You know a rock star is on the way out when he starts singing about his kids.

Wednesday 21 April 1999  9.30AM Dear S Saw Billy Bragg play at the Forum last night.  He was good. Preachy tho.  To be expected  I guess.  He dances now, not something you expect from a socialist.  I went with Jen, Sophia and Marcus. Sophia and Marcus had bought two tickets to see him and then discovered that a friend of theirs was on the door … Continue reading You know a rock star is on the way out when he starts singing about his kids.

My God she’s gorgeous! She’s so lovely I can’t believe it. I really am dippy about her.

Friday, 6 Feb 1998 Sludged through the day ’til 5pm. Went to a decimated work drinks.  So many people have been pushed out of work or left of their own accord that there was barely 10 people there.  Louise and I left about 6pm and drifted down to David Jones where I bought some kitchenware.  We had a drink at Le Monde and then walked … Continue reading My God she’s gorgeous! She’s so lovely I can’t believe it. I really am dippy about her.

In the Land of Oz a girl awaits.

Thursday, 29 Jan 1998 Arrived home from UK. Got to Melbourne at 9pm. Glad to be home.  Just a little anxious about things though, not sure why, just a general fear of “being caught out”. Caught out at what, I’m not sure. Dick* picked me up from the airport (J refers to our father by his first name).   Saturday, 31 Jan 1998 Louise came … Continue reading In the Land of Oz a girl awaits.

I missed the whole day, one whole day of my life disappeared because I consumed too much of a drink that I find loathsome in an establishment I find stultifying. Just doesn’t make sense does it?

Tuesday, 22 August 1995  2:55pm Afternoon S, Just been over the road for a coffee and a read.  I loped up the stairs to lodge myself in my favorite Collins Place reading nook, and – lo and behold! – there’s a couple coupling. Right where I normally sit and pore through my snide little novels. Dizgusting! I had to turn away and hover around the … Continue reading I missed the whole day, one whole day of my life disappeared because I consumed too much of a drink that I find loathsome in an establishment I find stultifying. Just doesn’t make sense does it?

What if I wig out in the bedroom and she tells people?

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?

This is my brother, laying his shredded heart and soul bare. If you only read one of his posts please make it this one. S

J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 4 July 1995 I’m walking down Collins Street, around 6:30pm, and I see this couple walking towards me, and I think, How do they do it? How do they make it seem so effortless?  This drifting apart and coming together again, like the sea and the shore. I don’t know how people can just meld so comfortably. I feel twisted and … Continue reading This is my brother, laying his shredded heart and soul bare. If you only read one of his posts please make it this one. S

Guess What?! Someone unseen, someone possibly very sexy, on this day, might have found my bum fondle-worthy!

Tuesday, 2 May, 1995 S, How’s the incubation coming along?  Have you been taking measurements of your mighty girth?  You really ought to you know, it’s the sort of thing you can use against the bairn when it acts up – “You know my stomach was bloated to one hundred inches because of you!!  You’ve ruined my life! Get back in the cupboard you LIFE … Continue reading Guess What?! Someone unseen, someone possibly very sexy, on this day, might have found my bum fondle-worthy!

I am suspicious of eerily firm and colorful mangoes.

J’s Diary Entries for Nov 1994 Wed 16 Nov 1994 – Went into the city, by myself, and say Oliver Stone’s new flick “Natural Born Killers”.  I was a bit disappointed, it had some valid points to make about media & violence and childhood & violence but it was lost in all the flashiness.  Tommy Lee Jones was good as the warden though.  I hate going … Continue reading I am suspicious of eerily firm and colorful mangoes.

I’m happy reading Sylvia Plath.

THIS IS ONE OF J’s DIARY ENTRIES I HAVE WRITTEN OF IN THE “ABOUT” PAGE.  I COULD NOT REPLICATE THE CUT OUTS USING WORDPRESS SO I HAVE SCANNED A WORD DOCUMENT USING BLACKOUT TO REPRESENT THE PIECES MY BROTHER EXPERTLY REMOVED. I DO NOT KNOW WHY HE DID THIS AND WOULD GRATEFULLY LISTEN TO ANY THEORIES. WHY WOULD J WRITE SO CANDIDLY IN HIS DIARIES FOR … Continue reading I’m happy reading Sylvia Plath.

Dear Diary, Where have you been?

Mon 25 Apr 94 – Found my diary again, it was right under my nose the whole time.  At some point in the last week Leah approached me with an offer of commitment free sex.  I being a hormonally charged being, at the mercy of my carnal desires, accepted her offer. I’m not very good, it would seem at keeping a journal of positive thoughts, though … Continue reading Dear Diary, Where have you been?