typing with bandaids

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.