typing with bandaids

31 12 2006
My commitment.

30 12 2006
The carpet: it’s the same as my adolescence.

29 12 2006
A week in the company of men.

28 12 2006
I wasn’t interesting enough.

27 12 2006
Scrolling through my phone.

26 12 2006
That I will get MY work done.

25 12 2006
The blackout, the sing-a-long, the card game, the giggles and the danger of hope.

24 12 2006
Why the air smelt like the ocean.

23 12 2006
The maintenance of a separation between our sexual encounters and our music.

22 12 2006
That I can return.

21 12 2006
The size of the town.

20 12 2006
I couldn’t ask for it because it was money.

19 12 2006
Why I wanted to like it so much. Why it failed me.

18 12 2006
Revealing too much to someone who knows.

17 12 2006
Ever showing my face again.

16 12 2006
The cocktail of exhaustion, combative tendencies, fancy dress and pimms.

15 12 2006
Nudity and natural light.

14 12 2006
Conveying my respect, while eschewing the line-up to kiss the boss.

13 12 2006
The gym: more specifically being exposed as someone who cares to attend.

12 12 2006
“It’s probably just a diaphragmatic hernia”.

11 12 2006
17 year olds who have their mothers call.

10 12 2006
Giving it a go.

09 12 2006
The violation of my staunch fuck-off-there’s-a-one stance…by my tears at their wedding vows.

08 12 2006
The life/work balance.

07 12 2006
The work/life balance.

06 12 2006
Loving thy neighbour – with swastikas painted on the flat below.

05 12 2006
Publishing with gaps!?!

04 12 2006
My aunt’s definition of (my) celibacy.

03 12 2006
The patch on the Hume which advertises 30km of koala action.

02 12 2006
Introducing my potty mouthed movie characters to an audience of over 60s at the RSL.

01 12 2006
Going on my own.