Maybe, I could take a teeny joke, but I
wouldn’t risk it!
Hope your day is good J
Tom
(Hum as you read) happy birthday to you.
happy birthday to you. happy birthday dear Tommy. Happy birthday to you.
christian
thankds J
Tom
Mark and
Luke
11.11
Hi Fletchy
Beewdy full day... full of beeudees...
meedee
Helloy... I'm naughty not writing more in
my email, aren't I? But I was having a mad 5 minutes at 11.11 and just squeezed
that much in.
It is indeed a beautiful day, too nice to
be here and too nice to be wasted on half the pratts in the world. Oh no,
naughty Christian that's not the spirit, hey? Lovely world, lovely people.
Lovely. Lovely. Every where.
I'm off to get my hair cut for the xmas
season this arvo, so that will be good. No more muck in the hair to style it just so, to make it
half-way decent for the holiday season. He, he.
So I'll be lovely come Friday when I see
you. I guess it'll be Friday, but Jill wants me to go to her house for chrissy
drinks that night. I'm still not decided.
What do you want for xmas?
christian
listen here you little bitch!
Mr Fletcher,
Mr Christian, Christian Fletcher, Christian of Christians etc,
Oooow! Thwack
again, where did that come from, ouch-owouwow!
There, your
mark was felt.
Yes well, it
is true I haven't written you a sausage. What is there to say? That Me and
Stephan went to the garden yesty to make our hedgehog fences and that it snowed
and was all white and wintry? That the neighbours have plowed and cleared their
bit of land and that we are the only remaining hippies in the garden colony?
That we had a lovely Yulish brunch for our hetero, lesbo, homo (who? name one!)
friends with the fire and muncheables and people stayed until 9pm? That
everyone seems to be pregnant?
No no no. Or
that yesty I caved in completely and told Uli that I DIDN'T want to break up
and please let's not (spineless worm but it's within the rules...) and that
he's gunna 'think about it' when he's away in Sth America (always Sth America,
curses!) so we know what that means and that he thinks maybe he needs a harem
(maybean HIV test would be a good start Uli, for now thyself) and that maybe he
doesn't love me enough... Am I some kind of sucker?
We had a lovely
week last week with Uli snuggling up to me to sleep and bringing me food and
washing my socks and coming in to sit on me bed, so in a way, why spoil it, but
in a way, surely this is what we want, this IS a relationship and just as
breaking up could well be the next logical step, so might just loosening up and
being special to each other (like you and Peter maybe). So I hang my head in
shame.
But you,
you're tops! Often I am already moved into X St with a I'm NOT moving look on
me face and piles of books and barricades of German-Dubbo things piled up the
stairs and crowed impossibly in that room. Other times it's back with a garden
and a flatmate and a quick tram to Fitzroy. Often I think – they'll be
off-drugs reptiles by the time I get there and all the fun will be gone, and
other times I think, what am I missing, this easy-going, friendship-filled life
where we appreciate each other and have fun - opposing all those bitches who we
don`t (at THAT moment of time) like. How do you see it? So I must
plan on getting back some time. You however are just tops in how we can
understand eachother.
Fuck, gotta go
as school is being locked up!
So, up yours
baby and lots of good sex for Xmas.
Gales
How lovely to hear from you.
And who was the little miss
complainer? Silence, I don’t know what I’ve done. Sheesh! Swing your other face
around, doll!
I’m fine, thank you very
much.
It’s been hot here,
devilishly so. Unrelenting blue skies, as far as the eye can see. Nary a cloud
to be seen. Just a hot molten ball, blazing in the sky. It’s been freakishly
humid, makes one think of Blanch du Bios, sitting outside with a gin, as one
brushes oneself with a cloth. Perhaps a fan, swish, swish. Everybody is tanned
and glowing, the world is healthy again, look at it shine.
Too hot for sex! Well,
nearly. Nothing like a naked Greek boy to slide around on top of ya, to get you
in the mood. What would you do, a boys-own party with all the treats (Already
paid for and waiting to be delivered) or the fireworks in Fed Square?
But enough about me.
You know, the break-up-not
break up, it’s an easy one to fix. What were the reasons you broke up in the
first place? Write them down. And then honestly answer, which of those reasons
have changed? Has anything changed? Are the reasons you broke up now invalid? (Of
course, I’m famous for my break-ups, so what do I know?) But if you broke up
because you were unhappy? How long do you actually want to feel unhappy? Nobody said it was easy, you certainly do have to have a spine to get past the
hurt and the fear. But hurt and fear are a bad reason to stay together.
But now I’ve got pot, so I
don’t care. He. He. Do what you like.
2005, already. Fuck me.
What was that 2KY Bug, thingy? The world was going to stop, as we knew it. (And
now war in Iraq) How long ago does that seem?
D, Julien and Shane went shopping at South Land and some young, male shopper snarled, Fucking
Poofters. Ah, the lovely southern suburbs, lower socioeconomic s by the sea, you can smell it, you know, as you approach.
And the world still hasn’t
ended, despite George Bush’s (and Blair and Howard’s) best efforts. We’re into
the sixth year of the 2000’s, how did that happen? The new liberal party leader
in Western Australia said he’d repeal gay laws in Western Australia, if he got
in. (The Liberal party quickly distanced itself saying they were not the
party’s views, but still)
Life’s far too short to put
up with bullshit. There are good things out there, we just have to be brave.
That’s not to say you can’t
get back together again with some you have split up from. It is hard, so you
need to be sure; otherwise, you’re just going to go through this again. Do you
want to go through it again?
Joint?
christian
Tom
New Year
Manny wants me to go to the fireworks in fed
Square, with his ex-boyfriend and his new partner. How appealing does that
sound?
But I have purchased all my goodies for the
occasion, no matter what I do. He, he.
christian
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