Grrr!
My two things to do were to send of that
written piece and join The Victorian Writer's Centre, so I know when all the
competitions are on. The first one, I did last night and I tried to do the
second this morning. The Victorian Writer's Centre magazine didn't have a
membership application and now I can't get their websight up, as my internet at
work seems to be having trouble. I'm sure I'm not meant to join this hocky
establishment, as I'm being foiled every time I try.
Grrr!
Subject: Mohammed went to the mountain
When I realised that Beck is at a seminar
all day, I decided that if I couldn't join The Victorian Writer's Centre by
modern means of communication, I would just have to go to it. So, I high-tailed
it across the city and got myself a membership – only four years late, I was
supposed to join at the beginning of my course, but who's counting. (I wont
tell you that it is actually situated next to my school. Oh, only for the last
year of my course, I will add in my defence) I did try to join there and then
but was told that the woman who did memberships was in a meeting, but that's
neither here nor there.
He looked nervous and apologetic.
"It's okay buddy, I'll send you a
cheque."
He looked grateful.
But the woman in W. C. Penfolds did give
me a singular envelope for nothing, so not everything was against me.
Now I'll know when all the competitions
are on, then I just have to move to the next step and enter them. But at least
I'm a step forward, now.
So, good Christian!
Gone 3/4 of an hour and nobody noticed.
He, he!
christian
And the
letter is posted!
It was funny this morning, as I looked
through my old copy of Write On, to find a membership form for The Victorian
Writer's Centre – I now suspect it was on the back page, a place I never looked
– I was telling myself that I WAS going to do this this morning, I wasn't going
to forget. As it is now 11.07, I guess I did get it done this morning, not
quite how I suspected, but done none the less. So, how about that?
How
productive of you Miss!
And how archaic of the Writer’s Centre...
I liked both your short stories by the
way, I think that tattslotto one was my fave.
I've had 50ml of blood removed – that’s
quite a bit – and am now back in Dingaling, where my mother is talking away at
me.
I've checked on the progress of my
insurance claim and lo and behold, Andrew Spencer is holding it up by not
returning forms or phone calls, so I will be on his case tomorrow.
And, I forgot to go to Melbourne sexual
health for info – perhaps a phone call will do...
Adieu Miss.
Tom
And the letter has been posted. Clearly,
it was on my five year plan.
christian
The doctor rang me and said that although
I tested negative, I could have the treatment (a single penicillin jab) to
avoid the window period.
Then I would be clear in 5 days.
I said yes.
Tom J
Gotta love that 1 jab and your conscious
is cleared. Did your integrity stand up last night? Does blue T-shirt boy or
bloke-at-the-bar-at-the-end-of-the-night need to be gently guided to the doctor
too?
Hmmm?
(Not that I care, don't get me wrong)
christian
PS. Maybe it's not such a good idea to
send me emails at work with the title syphilis?
I went to a play with mum, Boy gets girl.
It was good. It was raining as we came out. The city was beautiful in the rain.
I put mum on the tram.
It seemed like a romantic gesture to walk
across Princess Bridge as the drops fell on my head, every thing shiny all
around.
SMS. 20.15. Miss was I dumb enough to
leave my wet pack in the kitchen – Tom
SMS. 21.22. What is a wet-pack? – christian
SMS. 21.23. Syringe disposal unit – Tom
SMS. 21.27. I don’t know, ditzy – christian
SMS. 21.28. My green shower bag with heaps
of stuff in it Miss – Tom
SMS.21.29. I still don’t – christian
I wanted to walk all the way home, but I
wimped it on the other side of Bourke Street and caught a tram. I was puffing
away furiously at the Bourke Street mall tram stop, before I had to throw it
down – drop something sport, like all of my good intensions had quite literally
gone up in smoke. It’s either walk and eat healthy, or catch a tram and eat
donuts; exercise and quit, or get one of those motorised scooters and hang a
fag from your lips.
Hahahaha.
No one needs
checking.
Sorry bout the title.
Guilt by association
I'm sure.
Tom
Maybe?
Your toilet bag was in the kitchen
christian
Thanks Christian.
Do you really care if the IT guy at work
knows you have a syphilitic friend?
God, though, if I knew it was a one shot
cure I wouldn’t have made this fuss.
I would have perhaps let it out with a
wry smile or a smug grin, not processed it with everyone I know and some I
don't!
Oh well!
Christian, will you bring me marijuana
if I ask you while I'm in hospital?
I'll get my own, through Tim I hope (!),
but when one is having chemo it is medicine, and I might need help scoring.
No one needs to know.
xTom
I got home and was straight into Big
Brother uncut. I wanted to see the boys naked, Dean, or either Logan, the twins
are cute.
Mum had two cars waiting for her at the
bottom of her street, Judy, from across the road, ever helpful Judy (still, I guess, when you are worth millions and have nothing to do you can be as helpful as you like) and the Chinese man who owns the milk bar. She said
it was embarrassing.
I taped Dean’s cock – the pretty boy off
Big Brother – my favourite shot was Dean absentmindedly tugging at himself in
the shower.
SMS. 22.45. I’ve got a shot of Dean
pulling his cock! – christian
SMS. 22.45. Woof! Just like on Oz tonight
– Tom
SMS. 22.48. Taping it – christian
I taped Oz upstairs. Then I retired with
the mull bowl to my room to watch Oz.
12.51. Hey Dean, do you want to have sex?
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