J’s Diary Entry 17 February 2003 I sent a short story to the Melbourne Times today. It was a vignette I based on working at CPD. Just an “office life is hell” type of thing. I don’t hold out great hope of it being published, it was a bit of a rush job, but I just felt like doing it. I chose Travis Parton for … Continue reading 16 Tonnes
J’s Diary Entry 8 January 2003 Spent a leisurely morning reading my Nicola Barker novel in the lounge room until The Turkey showed up and I was forced out the door, on the run from his banal anecdotes and body stench (I swear he has shit in his pants today). Went in search of fabric for a wall hanging I want to make. Tried all … Continue reading I bought a lottery ticket today – always a reliable barometer of personal despair and desperation.
J’s Diary Entry 5 January 2003 Slow day, summery lazy. Got up late and was going over to Eli’s new place in Abbotsford when he called to say that he’d stuffed up his shifts and had to be at work. (He’s working at a hospital down in Frankston doing security – he has great stories!) So Jade and I decided to got out anyway and … Continue reading Quelle horreur!
J’s Diary Entry 2 Jan 2003 Spent the day in not very grown up fashion, skulking around the city on the run from Ian The Turkey. He’s been exhibiting signs of aggression since our New Year’s Eve party after Jade and I ran beserkly around the house, drunk as sailors, proclaiming our loathing of him at the tops of our lungs. Then I snubbed him … Continue reading I think I’ve sacrificed enough of my life to booze, I’ve explored all it has to offer and it’s time to move on.
From: J Date: 19 August 2002 11:47 To: S Subject: Now what do I do here. Sorry, I got cut off yesterday. So I’ll keep blathering on about myself. My job is going great. I’ve got the backlog down to a week and hope to get it back to 3 days by next week and I’m gradually finding my way around Toorak for lunch breaks. … Continue reading I am a capitalist stooge.
In July 2002 Mum flew to the UK to spend time with us. Brady had just turned 7 and Ola was 2 years and 4 months old. It was a fraught and emotional visit. Mum has slid into what seemed like a deep, nasty hole, she was so angry, bitter, visceral. My mother has never been a kind, gentle, hugs and kisses type of person, … Continue reading I love you but I don’t like you.
From: ‘J’ Date: 21 January 2002 02:41AM To: ‘S’ Subject: I’m not very fucking relaxed at all! Hey Sis. Finally went to the dentist, expecting to require a good six or seven fillings (I swear, there’s more mercury in my mouth than Ok Tedi) but Oh Happy Day! I only needed one filling. But you know how wussy I am about the dentist, yeah? So I … Continue reading I stayed up so late that I was awake through the sobering up process.
Thursday, 20 May 1999 Dear S, Igor and Dee came over for dinner last night. I made a casserole. I drank their beer. We watched music videos, bitched about work and co-workers. Igor’s been at Phoenix Magazines for a month now. His first edition is out soon. He seems to be quite enjoying it. Tuesday, 25 May 1999 How was my weekend? Same tune, … Continue reading PlayStation, beer and pizza. Satisfying men’s business.
23 November 1998 Dear J, Do hope you have a beaut birthday. Pop is gradually coming better, it’s a long slow process, he had more x-rays last week but he is so weak and he just runs out of puff but he is eating a lot better again so should get his strength back. No veggie garden this year, have got a couple of tomato … Continue reading Rabbits don’t mind what colour flowers they eat.
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.
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