I could write instruction manuals on how to be excessively trite, insensitive, hackneyed and flippant.

Tuesday, 6 June, 1995 5:52pm Hey Sis, WHERE IS THIS BABY?  I’m waiting here.  Come on woman, spit it out!  It’s technically 4 days old!  Stop hogging the limelight and let the little tacker out so it can shove you back in the shadows.  God, I’m getting impatient, this pregnancy thing is old Sis.  Bring on the Bub!  Bring on the Bub! Anyway, let’s talk about … Continue reading I could write instruction manuals on how to be excessively trite, insensitive, hackneyed and flippant.

We’re getting the internet at work. I can’t wait. There’s a whole bunch of stuff I wanna check out. Some of it’s even legal.

Monday, 24 April, 1995, 10:33am S, Howdy.  It’s a chilly Monday morning, and I feel about seventy.  I spent the weekend with Dad up at Nana and Pop’s.  It was OK, better than I expected actually.  The drive up with Dad on Saturday was torturous though.  He tried to put the guilts on me, it went like this; “How long is it since you’ve seen … Continue reading We’re getting the internet at work. I can’t wait. There’s a whole bunch of stuff I wanna check out. Some of it’s even legal.

I resent our Father’s chicanery and manipulation, always trying to ingratiate himself into my life.

Wednesday, 12 April, 1995, 11:07AM S, Well excuse me, I’ve just been dusting myself off after falling off my perch.  Thanks for the letter, Sis.  I feel much better now, knowing that it’s my genes that are to blame for my shocking Magnum ice cream dependency, not my jelly-like will that folds at the merest sniff of that white, Belgian chocolate modestly screening it’s heart … Continue reading I resent our Father’s chicanery and manipulation, always trying to ingratiate himself into my life.

Little Brother, I need a live in nanny who is too ugly for my husband to f*$k about with.

31 March, 1995 Dear J, Well don’t fall off your perch but I have finally put pen to paper to detail my very uninteresting life for you.  Truth is, that man who genetically contributed to our beings had a go at me on the phone the other day to say that you had told him how disappointed you are to be continually writing to me … Continue reading Little Brother, I need a live in nanny who is too ugly for my husband to f*$k about with.