J’s Diary Entry 13 November 2001 I have a feeling of profound dissatisfaction with my life tonight. Bored out of my brains Wouldn’t mind drawing but no one will pose for photographs for me anymore. Have eaten a proper dinner plus a large bag of chips and a box of BBQ Shapes. Am getting fat – Heaven’s only knows why! – and hardly even seem … Continue reading I’m a salad dodger.
J’s Diary Entry 7 November 2001 Lousy day – felt nervous at work, waiting for the kick for that mailing I fucked up. Couldn’t even check Seek.com for jobs cos they’re monitoring the internet usage now. Got lots of work done, even if I do feel like the village idiot. I got that awful feeling today that I was profoundly unsuited to my job. To … Continue reading I want something from someone that can’t be articulated.
J’s Diary Entry 29 October 2017 Just got back from spending the weekend at Mum’s. I was going to go down to Barwon Heads for a few days while Mum was in court for some ex-colleague’s compensation case from when she worked at the school. I decided not to got to Barwon Heads, the weather’s too crappy. Mum asked me to come down to Poo … Continue reading It’s been one of my recurring fantasies to get cancer and die.
J’s Diary Entry 20 October 2001 Got wildly drunk with Erin last night. We started at the Public Bar – met Igor and Dee there and a bunch of their friends too. One of them had the cutest puppy – Staffordshire Terrier, 8 weeks old. They let me hold it for hours and I thought I’d cry. Erin and I got so drunk that she … Continue reading Sacred Beer Talk
S’s Gratitude Journal I spent the entire day with J (Brady spent the day with Mum). I remember it so clearly, we laughed all the way around the city. He took me on a tour of all his daily haunts. We giggled at my win at the Casino. We bought crystals and little boxes of spells in a shop called Spellbox (I wrote that it … Continue reading 1,827 days.
March 1999 Brady and I flew to Australia for a holiday and to celebrate my Aunty Tia’s (my mothers only sister) 50th birthday. We stayed in Melbourne with my Mum and Winky, and we all flew to Queensland for the big birthday party, it was a lovely time. It was warm, there was swimming, family, memories shared and made, lots of laughter – my Aunty … Continue reading Gratitude for something I wrote down 17 years ago.
I found this amongst J’s paperwork. It is a copy of a letter to an ex-colleague Tariq who was travelling overseas. Tuesday, 5 May 1998 Tariq, So here it is, you thought I’d forgotten you, huh? It’s just that I seem to have lost the knack for letter writing. But how are you doing? Picked up that Murdoch kowtowing job yet? Wrap your lips ’round … Continue reading One of my personalities is a Belgian pirate, perhaps I should let him out more often.
J’s Diary Entry Monday, 9 Feb 1998 Went swimming with Leah after work tonight at Richmond Pool. Fuck me it was hard work! I thought I was going to die after five minutes. I managed a paltry six laps and collapsed on the bench in agony. Leah swam another two. I think she’s been secretly practising. I was quite nervous about the change-room thing, but … Continue reading I bought my girl some dried squid – most aromatic if not romantic.
J letter to S Monday, 6 November 1995 12:11 PM God crappy-crappy, fuck-fuck. Shit mood Sis. Shit mood. Wanna go home and crawl under my doona. It’s one of those rainy days that are ripe for video watching and that’s about it. I hate this job, I just can’t bring myself to look at these pages of proof anymore, it’s a bit of a concern … Continue reading I have no rich spirituality with which to comfort myself, I need money. It’s the only religion I have.
J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 26 September 1995 Simon leaves in 5 days. God I’ll miss him. I wish I could go too. I tell him how ace it’s going to be and how much sex he’s going to have. He gets all excited just like a kid. I hope he has a great time in Europe. Watched a documentary on Bongs tonight – quite frightening. … Continue reading I mean, if I get cancer, I die, no problem, but brain damage, that’s serious.
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