J’s Diary Entry Friday, 7 July 1995 I don’t want to do anything about Chloe unless I am completely sure that I won’t be rejected. And there’s the question of whether she’ll want me once she knows more about me. Self-mutilators don’t get much good press you know. And there’s the whole sex/performance thing which so poisoned the air between Leah and I. What if … Continue reading What if I wig out in the bedroom and she tells people?
Wednesday, 5 July 1995 4:02pm S Got my Group Tax Certificate today. I earned $27,500 last financial year. That’s $2,500 more than Simon, and we’re on the same wage. It comes from all that overtime I did last year when I came close to burnout. All that effort, and I don’t really feel $2,500 richer. It does make me, paradoxically, want to make some more … Continue reading All good tools have the word “power” in their title.
Monday, 3 July 1995 12:28pm S, Howdy. Another heater-hugging morning down in the Antipodes. I’ve got my big bulky coat on and The Stone Roses in my Walkman and I’m feeling nice and cosy. I actually went to that party I was telling you about in my last letter. It was in Richmond, between two factories. Simon came over about 8pm with half a slab … Continue reading I even had on a mohair jumper! But all to no avail.
Friday, 30 June, 1995 9:30am Hi Sis, So, how about Hugh Grant’s little brush with the seedy underbelly of urban America? Poor bloke, he’s really blown it (couldn’t resist, sorry). I feel a bit sorry for him, did you see the look on his face in that mug shot? It must be on the front page of every rag in England. Everyone here keeps saying … Continue reading I’ve read that beautiful chicks think that being beautiful is enough in itself, and they don’t put in any effort in the sack.
J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 27 June 1995 Sometimes I think about how much I’d like to explain myself fully to someone. Someone who would just sit there quietly, open and non-judging. I’d like to explain to them how a cheery boy with a love of reading developed a penchant for books exploring the “darker regions of the soul” he had not personally acquainted himself with. … Continue reading I fear the vulnerability of confession.
Monday, 19 June 1995 3:03pm S, Dad called me at work and just told me you’ve finally named my niece – hell it only took you 9 days! Brady, (I hope I’ve got the spelling right). That’s really nice, I like Brady. So how are you coping as a new mother? Is Brady keeping you up ’til all hours? You will have her walking and … Continue reading This letter will probably get opened and read by the French Secret Service and I’ll have dodgy looking Peugeots parked outside my house for months.
J’s Diary Entry XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX represents parts of his diary that my brother has sliced out and destroyed. Friday, 9 June 1995 Wow, what a weird night. Went over the road for drinks. I decided not to drink too much, and to this noble notion I stayed true, having only 5 neat vodkas. Most of the others got drunk, apart from Simon (who never really lets … Continue reading Bored to tears by violent tales of feline genealogy and death.
J’s Diary Entry Thursday, 8 June 1995 Fare dodged on the tram today – always makes me feel special. Simon decided today that he’s only going to Europe for three months. He’s afraid Kerry may not still want him. It’s kinda sad. She’s too proud (it seems) to openly admit she wants him over there, and he’s too scared of rejection to rush over to … Continue reading Hey, you’re not so unattractive, why are you alone?
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 5 June 1995 My God! It’s so cruelly cold in my house. My hands are so cold I can hardly write. Stood in a queue today next to some Canadian guy chatting with a 50-ish Australian woman about Melbourne. He was tall, lanky, blonde, tanned and had a slight lisp, that made his s’s sound like zh’s, if you know what … Continue reading J the handyman continues his conquest of the world of hardware.
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