I Love to Sleep

Hey Christian,

Hope yr day is progressing nicely.

I've got an early city appointment tomorrow - one jab cure - and thought I might stay at your place tonight?

xT

A day is a day is a day.

No sun here. Just wind... although, I love the wind myself.

christian

SMS. 13.28. I am off 2 a job interview. Fuck I married  badly! – Rachel

SMS. 13.29. Good luck – christian

SMS. 13.30. With the job or my next marriage choice? He, he, he – Rachel

SMS. 13.53. It’s a tapas kinda wine bar so u and Jill could always come and keep me company, that’s if Stargate isn’t on! Oh fuck I so don’t want to work… – Rachel

SMS. 13.55. Me either babe, me either. We should have opened that café all those years ago – christian

SMS. 14.31. Start Friday. Boo-hoo! – Rachel

SMS. 14.33. Good for u! Full time? – christian

SMS. 14.33. No way very flexible hours 2 start with – Rachel

(Kym)

Hey Gran, how's it hanging?

christian

Hanging down to my knees – Am contemplating shopping for stretch polyester pants in a shade of pastel blue.  Nice...!

How are you?

Kym

No, I don’t care if the IT guy at work knows I have a syphilitic friend? No, I don’t care about the corporate world and it’s beige’ing of it’s work force. No, I don’t care about the absurd notion that something written in private to me on my email could cause offence to another person so that, in the worst case scenario, I could get sacked, or more to the point, miss out on a pay rise. I think my personal emails at work should be entirely my business. But they are not. And I have to pull myself up on some things I really don’t care about, because I choose to work in a corporate environment where different rules apply to how I would live the rest of my life. So, I guess I am just trying to stick to the agreed upon contract that I have with the black law firm... and it would probably be better if you didn’t send me emails with syphilis as the title. I agree that it’s stupid, but there you go... I’m not saying you can’t say it in the rest of the email.

Will I bring you marijuana in hospital? The part of me that listens to you hack up your lungs and look as though you are going to asphyxiate on the last of your own phlegm.... but I guess, nice, laid-back Christian will bring you some, he’s like that you know.

christian

I bought two new porn videos on my way home from work. One gay, one bi. So after Big Brother and after quite a few joints, I made a cup of tea and hi-tailed it up to my room. And I drifted off to sleep so easily.

Tom seemed to arrive just minutes after I did… but, I was sooooo comfortable.

SMS. 19.11. Are u still alive? – christian

SMS. 19.43 Yep and u? – G

SMS. 19.45. Yep – christian

SMS. 19.44. Soon – G

SMS. 19.46. Ok. Kisses – christian

SMS. 19.53. Sleeping Miss? I might go to 80 – Tom 

I came downstairs and D and Tom were in the lounge room.

SMS. 22.03. Why me? Why do I have 2 work? Fuck fuck fuckity fuck xxx – Rachel

SMS. 22.07. Ha, ha! – christian

SMS. 22.57. Fuck off. Don’t come 2 me asking 4 free dolmades… oh which reminds me of the Greek real estate agent – Rachel

SMS. 23.03. Greek boys are good sex! – christian

D left. No doubt he and Tom were up to no good, but I didn't ask. If you don't want to know, don't ask... is that an armed forces theory? Ha ha. No, whatever...

Tom and I chatted till after midnight. That's chatting with the excuse of smoking pot, and not smoking pot with the excuse of chatting, you understand.