J’s Diary Entry 7 January 2003 Well, after last night’s contretemps with “The Turkey” I sure wasn’t hanging around to chat. I fled the house at 9.00am. Sat in the shade in Treasury Gardens and read my Micky Spillane novel (it’s crap) and gave some creepy chatty old guy the cold shoulder. Saw “Mainly Martha” at the Kino Cinema which reignited my enthusiasm to learn German … Continue reading She was quite attractive except for two missing teeth.
J’s Diary Entry Sunday, 4 January 2003 Spent the day lazing around, mainly. Monica left early, after getting me all excited with a spur of the moment plan to fly to Tasmania for 4 days. By the time she got home, (she broke in, still no luck finding her keys) she was too tired. Zara called some time in the afternoon, inviting me out to … Continue reading Yes I’m embarrassing myself, but there’s no one left to be embarrassed in front of.
J’s Diary Entry Friday 3 January 2003 Another early escape from Ian. I rode my bike to Leah’s around 11:00am and ran into Monica while I was on Johnston St or was it Nicholson St? while she was driving her work van with Birkenstock all over it. We made vague plans to meet up while we waited for the lights to change. Got to Leah’s … Continue reading I ordered a steak sandwich that turned out to be as big as my head!
From S Date: 03 October 2002 02:59 To: J Subject: Final proof the world has gone mad Have a look at this madness J. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/2294847.stm How are you my darling. I love your emails. My God you certainly have ‘come out’ haven’t you. I can’t believe how hard it must have been for you not living how you wanted to or if you were, trying … Continue reading Toasters & Gay Greek Farmers
Thursday, 16 Feb 1995, 9:15am Hi Sis, How did you sleep last night? No dreams about aliens or anything? I feel great this morning. I’m riding high on a caffeine surge of goodness and I want to smile so wide that my head splits in two. Luuuurve that strong cappuccino from “Roozervelts Cafe” on Collins Street first thing in the morning. The guy who usually … Continue reading The closest I’m gonna come to getting lucky will be getting run over by a necrophiliac.