From: J Sent: 25 October 2002 12:33AM To: S Subject: volcanic lovemaking powers…(Yawn.) S Hey, guess what? I have a date tonight, a hot date with Steven from Pooftas Anon. At a restaurant near his place. VERY near his place, heh heh heh. We’ve already had a bit of a pash – had a date earlier this week. No sex, but a bit of a … Continue reading Full-body chemical skin peels and a home perm.
Barry and I welcomed the most delightful blue-eyed baby girl into the world on 14 March, 2000 at Stoke Mandeville Hospital as Abba’s ‘Dancing Queen’ played in the background. After a 12 hour labour our 9lb beauty was safely in our arms. I slept afterwards and Barry told me he just sat, gently cradling our daughter staring at her. When I woke Barry carried me … Continue reading A little ray of sunshine has come into the world.
Monday, 19 April 1999 Dear S, Weekend. Friday night, left work drinks at 6:30, walked home to get ready for housemate Eddie’s birthday dinner at Kake di Hatti’s in Brunswick. Cabbed there, very nearly got run over crossing the road to the bottle shop. Beer, wine, ouzo au go go. Sit at the table, we were the first lot there. I sit next to Caleb’s girlfriend … Continue reading I woke up just on the cusp of a hangover.
Monday, 18 September 1995 9:20AM Empty weekend. Spent it watching videos and cleaning. Watched “Savage Nights”. It was OK, a bit pretentious in places, and a tad screechy in others, but you can’t really criticise a film when the guys whose vision it was is dead. It’s about this guy with HIV, the guy who starred was also the director, producer, writer, and he even … Continue reading Weekend television is a graveyard. Nothing but sport and John Wayne.
Wednesday, 26 July 1995 9:11am Howdy S, Another day. Woke up late, no time to make my lunch. Crept into my clothes, sleep unfurling smokily from my back as the tram sped me down Flemington Road. And now here I am again, at this desk, blank as a soldier. What difference does any of it make anyhow? We’re all of us just big old sacks … Continue reading If everything is pointless, why not do anything, absolutely anything?
Tuesday, 18 July 1995 9:11am Hi Sis, I spoke to Leah on the phone last night and conveyed my growing enthusiasm for this Chloe “thing”. She’s going to snoop for me later on in the week. Last night she was more concerned with locating the luggage that Australian Airlines kindly lost for her. They think it’s in Sydney. She also told me that she thinks … Continue reading In homage to the great Victor Frankenstein I’m going to make me a chocolate woman with Maltesers for eyes.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 17 July 1995 Had an odd sort of day, full of ups and downs. I woke early and got to Collins Place at 8:30am, so I had time to leisurely drink my cappuccino and read the Herald-Sun. Was in a good mood, working solidly until Caitlin came in and enlightened Simon and I with the news that all Company Secretaries of … Continue reading I have succumbed entirely to this remote-activated romance. What can I say? I want to be loved.
Tuesday, 11 July 1995 S, I found myself softening my line on this whole Chloe thing. I’m still racked with indecision over the whole “thing” (let’s not call it an affair). I tried tossing a coin before and then felt ashamed for being so flippant. The Gods of Chance were in favour of the match by the way, not that that means anything. I think … Continue reading I can’t seem to put my finger on it. It’s like searching for the name of the actor who played the second Darren in “Bewitched”. You know you know it, you can see his face, but the answer just won’t come to you.
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.
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.