Wednesday, 24 January 1996 12:30pm Went and saw “Kids” last night with Brett and Lara. Wasn’t bad, though the tattooed twosome didn’t dig it much. They hate anything American, and Brett is so rabidly anti-drugs that his view of the film was a bit blinkered I thought. Not that I reckon it was a great piece of cinema or anything, but it had more value … Continue reading It’s funny the things that demand brain-time on the tram.
Wednesday, 17 January 1996 12:30pm S, Hi. More Fun with J on the Trams. Sat across from some bloke with a scar on his neck this morning that nearly went from one ear to the other, it was huge. I wonder how he got it. I couldn’t help sneaking looks over my book, I kept thinking what it would be like to have your neck-bits … Continue reading Imagine having your neck sliced open like that.
Wednesday, 10 January 1996 1:30pm Well Mum finally showed up yesterday and we had a nice lunch, in “The Great Space Cafe” (I paid). We’re both dieting so it was a measly round of sandwiches and a cappuccino each. The reading mood is upon me again. Finally finished off that Hardy novel “Far from the Madding Crowd”, flicked through this Dostoyevsky short story/novelette, ditto a … Continue reading I won’t lie to you, I am a book snob.
Friday, 29 September 1995 1:44pm Hey Sis, My neighbours kept me awake ’til all hours last night, arguing and cussing. It wouldn’t have kept me so late if the dividing wall wasn’t so cold against my cheek (tee hee) The girl won, it was her house, so she could throw him out. Lordy me there was lots of swearing “Get the fuck out you cunt! … Continue reading I’m getting less flexible as I get older, and I’m not talking about hamstrings.
Friday, 22 September 1995 9:10AM Woke up late, feeling groggy, still do as a matter of fact. Read more of that Sartre last night, and it’s provoking some self-examination that I think I probably would’ve been better off without. I suppose I should explain – this book “The Age of Reason” is sort of filled with this feeling of expectancy, a hesitancy and fear of … Continue reading It’s as if I’m standing in the middle of life as a time-line, and I’m wondering which is more important to who I am? My future or my past?
Wednesday, 20 September 1995 9:05AM Spoke to Dad on the phone yesterday, he’s offered me free tickets to the Melbourne Show. Apparently he and Uncle Beluga Big-Bum have supplied a few Jeeps for the judges to zoom around in while they check out the sheep and the cattle and the goats and the what have you. So, anyway, if I’ve got one of Dad’s business … Continue reading I refuse to go to a party where I’m the only person I know. That’s the sort of situation that leads to excessive indulgence and a Sunday of self-flagellation.