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.

30 11 2006
The bright spark at Trades Hall who thought it would work.

29 11 2006
Every-fuckin-thing.

28 11 2006

27 11 2006
My soup man assured me, somewhat emphatically, that creamy doesn’t involve cream.  I’m very fond of him.  Do I express this affection by a) conducting a re-branding survey, or b) letting things be.

26 11 2006
That three seconds when you squeeze your lips shut as his envelope yours.

25 11 2006
Agreeing to go dancing.

(As it happens, my doubt was ill-founded – it’s way better when you’re too old to care. 

15-24 11 2006 

14 11 2006
My flippancy

13 11 2006
That I will ever understand what it meant. 

12 11 2006
“We covered that in the beginners’ class” 

11 11 2006
No doubt.  He’s good. 

10 11 2006
27 years after commencing the affair I finally absorbed and followed the instructions:
“Shake excess water from hands. Press button.  Rub hands rapidly under nozzle”.
And it worked. 

9 11 2006
a) The projection for 2020 is 40 million more men than women in China.
b) The tittering from the audience. 

8 11 2006
Calling him to figure out what it meant. 

7 11 2006
What it meant. 

6 11 2006
“Your tan is good.  Where did you get it?”

5 11 2006
He wouldn’t bring it up, so I didn’t. 

4 11 2006
They had got there first.  But he shouted at me.  And I don’t like being shouted at. 

3 11 2006 
“Yes, I should be on the door list…” 

2 11 2006 
The $280 could be rationalised, but they took my change too. 

1 11 2006 
They were definitely looks of accusation.   But they got it all wrong.   You see I’m an expert.  And experts can sneak in to watch the end. 
 
 

31 10 2006  I turned the gas heater on – for company. 

30 10 2006  

AND, I woke up sick. 

29 10 2006  New music boys. 

28 10 2006  

Time to doubt my doubt of the doubt. 

27 10 2006  I’m a hack  

26 10 2006  

I’m a hack  

25 10 2006  I’m a hack    

24 10 2006  

I’m a hack    

23 10 2006  I’m a hack    

22 10 2006  

I’m a hack    

21 10 2006  I’m a hack    

20 10 2006  

 I’m a hack    

19 10 2006   I’m a hack    

18 10 2006  

I’m a hack    

17 10 2006  How did Peter Greenaway get to be the one to draw our attention to the scent of menstrual urine?  What are his credentials?     

16 10 200 

They’re not Freesias.  

15 10 2006 Surgical stockings, backless gown and shower cap.  Walking down Spring St.  The Girl Guide would feel obliged to report him.  But the Girl Guide escaped too. 

14 10 2006 

 You’ll be assured “if they truly love you it won’t matter”. So it does matter then?     

13 10 2006 Performance grief. 

  12 10 2006  

I consider the most essential stiches in my swimwear as I clamber from the pool.    

11 10 2006 The mobilisation of my mess provokes a contemplation - the politics of nostalgia.  

  10 10 2006 

Will they care if I’m a clumsy?     

09 10 2006 The random bulbs have revealed themselves as Freesias - I think.   

  08 10 2006 

For 20 minutes we gleefully watched Gillian Wearing dance; then he said, “she’s not really sexy is she?”     

07 10 2006 She hailed me as I left the carpark.  She’d been fined and wanted my ticket to claim as her own. I fumbled, passed her an old one, and hoped she wouldn’t notice ’til after I’d gone.   

  06 10 2006 

On the first hot day the boys shouting “poofter” assembled near my towel.     

05 10 2006 She asked me if I was having a child.     

  04 10 2006 

I asked if she could amend pm to noon.  She snapped and directed me to “go look it up”.   I didn’t doubt my grammar.