Friday, 27 November 1992 Dear Sis, So now I am twenty. I don’t think I like it that much really, well, only when I think about it. It doesn’t occur to me most of the time. I don’t feel twenty, twenty years old, by twenty you’re supposed to be mature and all that shit. I dunno, nineteen just sounds so much younger, you know? God … Continue reading It’s enough to turn you into a Socialist
Mon 26 Oct 1992 – Leah got first job in 2 years. Had a massive fight with Mum over nipple rings – she was in the wrong. Thurs 29 Oct – Did Tax Return. Theresa went for a job interview Sat 31 Oct – Black & Bondage Ball at Sarah Sands Hotel – really good until Leah got jealous. Went back to Brunswick and got … Continue reading Piercings, Pot & Doc Martens
Thursday, 22 October 1992 Howdy Sis, Sorry I haven’t written in so long, but I’ve been on holidays while Mum was over there with you and I haven’t had access to a keyboard, and I’m so damn lazy these days that I really can’t write letters by hand any more. So how was Mum? She got back here last night and she seems so much … Continue reading Back when we used videos and we had to finish a roll of film before we could see the photos.
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