J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 16 May 1995 Trying hard to hold it together. My new found optimism is fading badly. Spent another day mired in ill-humour. Christopher Watts rang me at work and invited me to the Builders Arms again. (He cancelled last time). I rushed home, showered, caught a tram back into the City and waited for the No 86 to Bundoora. I waited. … Continue reading My new found optimism is fading badly.
Friday, 12 May 1995 Howdy S, I’d ask how you are, but I’m too self-absorbed in horror to think of anything but my own suffering. She touched me again, you know, the Ms X that I don’t want to name for fear of litigation. She linked her arm through mine and rested her head on my shoulder and quaked with laughter as I vibrated on … Continue reading When I’ve exercised all this wobble off, I might even venture out to pluck a fruit from the Girl Tree.
J’s Diary Entry Wednesday, 10 May 1995 My cold weather zeal has taken hold of me again. I’ve started exercising like I mean it. I haven’t had a “b” for a week (not long, I know, but I feel a difference) and I’m working hard at the book. I didn’t play Tetris once on the computer today, nor did I spend hours writing to my sister. … Continue reading I want to extend my bravado beyond these pages.
Monday, 7 March 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a Monday and I have the feeling it’s going to be a long one. I’m flying solo today, as Simon has apparently taken ill over the weekend and won’t be joining me for today’s festivities. Exactly what those festivities entail, I’m not too sure. In this zany, nutty, el whacko funhouse, who can tell? Yes, today, I … Continue reading Being too satisfied seems to be a creative restraint.
Tuesday, 1 March 1994 Dear S, I know I wrote only yesterday, but I need a holiday from work and I just can’t seem to wrap my head around the tasks at hand, so I thought I’d just start another one. Actually, I’ve got the pre-dentist jitters and I want to take my mind off it. I’m booked in tonight at 6.30, so I’ll be … Continue reading Tonya Harding skates like a lumberjack with undies full of sand.
Monday, 28 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, it’s a sunny day down here and I’m in a surprisingly good mood considering the crappy weekend I’ve had. I feel like I’ve guzzled half a gallon of Buzz saw Blend Ultra-Caffeinated Coffee, but I haven’t touched it at all today. If you could see the murky goo that passes for coffee here I think you’d understand. Well … Continue reading The beer helped me get to know the floor a little better.
Friday, 4 February 1994 Dear S, Hi, another letter to fill in another afternoon. Spoke to Brett yesterday, he dropped in on his way home from Shiatsu. I don’t know if you’re familiar with it but it’s an ancient form of Japanese massage healing. It’s all to do with meridians that run through the body and how the organs relate with one another and the … Continue reading I have a need to be liked by everyone, and it can be a real drag.
I’m really not sure if I’m doing this properly, I understand people maybe don’t comment on the writing as it has already been written by my brother. It’s not possible to ‘tweak’ the story line as such, it is what it is, and unfortunately set in stone. I don’t know if anyone is reading this from beginning in order or if people are just reading … Continue reading An Aside from S
1 Feburary, 1994 Dear S, Hi, another working day stretches endlessly to the horizon and I’m terminally bored. How are you? What have you been doing? Personally, I’ve done bugger all. As a matter of fact I don’t even have enough spare money to do bugger all, I have to do bugger half. I caught the first episode of the new series of Absolutely Fabulous … Continue reading The conscience is a funny thing really isn’t it?
Thurs 2 Apr 1992 – First met Leah Sat 2 May – 1 month with Leah. Celebrations with too much chocolate and vodka. Tue 2 June – 2 months with Leah. Hopelessly in love. Thur 2 July – 3 months with Leah. I gave her candelabra – still hopeless. Sun 2 Aug – 4 months with Leah. She gave me a Nephilim poster – YEAH!! Found a picture of J’s … Continue reading J finds love.
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