Oh God the depths I’ve sunk to in my mortgaged up mediocre life.

Tuesday, 3 September 1996 Helloooooooooooooooooooo  J       apoos How are you my darling? I am so lazy I never write to you and now that I am I have nothing to say, I tell you everything when I ring. Heard you had dinner with Dad on Sunday for Father’s Day. Mum told me all about his embarrassing shenanigans at the restaurant, what a hoot. … Continue reading Oh God the depths I’ve sunk to in my mortgaged up mediocre life.

I’m going to activate my favourite plan of (in)action.

Friday, 23 August 1996  4:21pm Hey Sis, I know I’ve only got half an hour to go, but I’ve ground to this terrible halt.  I can barely hold my head up, you know?  You’re not really tired, you’re just tired of what you’re doing.  I don’t feel bad anyway, I did stay back until 6:30 last night. I’m going to skip Friday drinks again tonight. … Continue reading I’m going to activate my favourite plan of (in)action.

Two affairs – one a little messy, one oh so VERY messy.

Friday, 26 July 1996  2:10pm Hey S, Went and saw Othello with Pippa at the Capitol cinema in Swanston Walk.  What a great cinema.  I remember it dimly from childhood.  I remember the freaky ceiling (all geometric with coloured lights.  Sounds tacky, but it’s not).  Lawrence Fishburne was better than I had hoped, and Kenneth Brannagh was good too.  One of the cast members was the … Continue reading Two affairs – one a little messy, one oh so VERY messy.

I’m gonna fake more sickies, Sis. I’ve had a super day.

This letter was typed by J on his beat up old typewriter that he loved dearly.   Wednesday, 17 July 1996  1:49pm Hey Sis, I’m at home.  Faking a sickie.  Well, only half-faking, really.  I did feel pretty bad this morning.  I’ve been “coming down with something” for about four days: sore throat, dry cough, runny nose.  enough symptoms to lay the groundwork for a … Continue reading I’m gonna fake more sickies, Sis. I’ve had a super day.

This reticence of mine, is a vegetarianism of the soul.

Friday 28 June 1996  8:40am We’re having a food-scare here at the moment Sis.  It’s not quite up to your UK Mad Cow fiasco.  There’s this massive crop of peanuts that had Salmonella in it.  Now almost every single jar of peanut butter in Australia has been recalled.  There’s been over fifty cases of food poisoning.  Slater & Gordon (this really opportunistic law firm) has been advertising … Continue reading This reticence of mine, is a vegetarianism of the soul.

So we eat Ox Tail and Ox Tongue – but what do we do with the rest of the Ox?

Tuesday, 24 June 1996  2:50am Gee it felt good not to drink Sis.  So righteous, so in control.  I liked it so much, that I did it again on Friday night.  Actually, everyone took it rather quietly, except Erin’s boyfriend, Billy.  He got pissed.  I think that getting pissed myself all the time has blinded me to the jibes that people make.  Sometimes I wonder … Continue reading So we eat Ox Tail and Ox Tongue – but what do we do with the rest of the Ox?

Pulled my donut scam today.

Thursday, 20 June 1996 Hey Sis, Have to start this one in a temporary file.  My computer’s being all jazzed up and had Windows 95 installed, but it doesn’t have Word on it yet.  So, what have I done? Lemme see… Friday night was the obligatory drinks (which I’m skipping this week by the way for a bit of variety) which stretched into the wee … Continue reading Pulled my donut scam today.

I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.

Fax from J to S (J always posted letters, to receive a fax meant it was an ’emergency situation’   Friday 7 June 1996  17:16 Hey Sis, Mum took off about 40 minutes ago, so you’re probably all excited and everything, and I don’t mean to bring you down, but I’ve got this kind of emergency situation goin’ on and I could use some advice. … Continue reading I mumbled like you’ve never heard a man mumble before.

Maybe I’ll just skip the University course and make myself homeless now.

Wednesday, 5 June 1996  8:35am Hey S, Had that lunch with our Father yesterday.  Depressing affair, all told.  Basically, these ideas of going back to Uni are shot, they really are.  It’s the people I work with, they’re always going on and on and on about how crap it is here, so I guess I’m conditioned to think that.  Then they all go on about … Continue reading Maybe I’ll just skip the University course and make myself homeless now.