Perfect Housemate

Subject: sunny Tuesday

Tim really is the perfect housemate. He understands lighting, he understands décor and what colours to introduce and he has money. He is really the only one who has ever paid his way and been willing to pay a little more. Not that he has to, of course, but I’m sure you get what I mean? One less drama.

But of course, living with Tim is a bit like going out with Manny. Where living with Ab is a bit like going out with Josh. It’s just different. Both have benefits... but in the end, the above reasons win out. I can always read a book in the evenings... I guess. I'll always be satisfied, well, physically with Manny. Tim’s probably easier. Both light my life in different ways. But it is nice just being gay boys again.

How are you miss? Still quiet.

Christian

Subject: What do ya reckon?

My sh*t does stink... like sour hops from CUB brewery. Do you think it's the antibiotics? It's ruining my reputation. Never before....

Christian

Subject: Tuesday

Hello. How are you? Good afternoon.

Christian

Subject: What do ya reckon?

yes it could very well be the antibiotics

Tom

Subject: sunny Tuesday

Hey Christian

Yes Tim is certainly a lovely man, and while I didn't venture into the subject of earnings, I did wonder how Ab managed to keep up.

I'm okay – back to the hospital this arvo for my ward orientation, and a specialist meeting.

On Saturday night, I had what I can only describe as a panic attack. It was overwhelming, unexpected, and uncontrollable. Thankfully, Keith was there, and we had just left Shane and Mark W's so we could sit in the car while waiting for it to pass. Which took about 3 hours. It was just awful, I've never experienced such a high level of anxiety.

So, that's why I've been quiet – feeling a bit fragile about everything to tell the truth. It's one thing to affirm that I will be better in 12 months time. It's another to go through the twelve months day by day.

Very daunting.

But, here I am nonetheless.

Got a 5pm appointment today – might drop by after it, but if I'm not there by 6 or so I won’t be there at all.

Would like to stay tomorrow night though?

xTom

Subject: Tuesday

Cri Cri Pee, how are thee? Having a lovely day I hope……Just got a phone call from Jules, he’s good, says he’s having moments of “what the f..k have I done”, but that’s to be expected I guess. Then another phone call 5 min after from him, asking us for $600 for a bond – but unfortunately we can’t do it at the moment. What goes on in some people’s heads cri cri? Love, Luke

Subject: Tuesday

Lu

It's too funny! I got a sms from Jules last night saying that all was well, hot and sunny. And he'd put me down as a reference for renting a house, he hoped I didn't mind. You know, maybe I was a bit mean, but I sent him back what my immediate reaction was.

A rental reference? You can’t be serious?

What goes on indeed?

Christian

Subject: Tuesday

Hi Cri…We just made $3,190.00 from Monash Uni….cool heh….down bankcard down…

Are ya coming up this weekend…..We’ve just got the Beefsteak and Burgundy club dinner on Satdy noit….So the food should be good…

Mark

Subject: Tuesday

I haven't thought about the weekend, as yet. But, I was thinking, just yesterday, that I should spend more time at Bolago.

Christian

Subject: Sunny Tuesday

I read over that email I sent you this morning. You must have thought I’d lost my marbles. It didn't even make sense. So I thought I'd give it a second attempt.

Christian

Subject: A-hem

(Josh)

And nothing? Poi Qui?

And I’ve got more of ya bits of tat on my front door step. How did that happen? You’d better hope there isn’t an unburnable rubbish collection between now and when you get here, me luv. You could be cutting it fine, just let me go and check my fridge magnet. Because if there is, you can kiss ya old bits of junk good bye, now. It’s that simple. A bit like chain emails, really, forgone conclusion.

Me? I’ve been reacquainted with a lovely herb. So life’s good. Even if I did think I looked one hundred years old this morning, when I first gazed in the mirror. I really must get healthy, do some exercise. Sloth is my name. I kid you not. I haven’t exercised all year. I always look ten years younger, when I do. I stop frightening young children.

It just seems like such an effort.

Tom’s gearing up for hospital.

Julien has moved to Darwin. He got the call, brudda.

Manny gives me dirty phone calls. Got love that.

Life’s good.

The job’s lousy, but at least it is well paid. It will always be drama though. But then what job isn’t?

How big was the mutiny over your marking this year, me luv?

It’s a shame that Reg won’t be here, when you come and stay.

Tim has just cooked me dinner.

Gotta go.

Subject: Tuesday Night

(Tom)

This panic attack? You didn’t, by chance, inject crystal before hand? I gotta ask. You were out with Keith, on a Saturday night, after all.

It’s what drugs do…can do… to you.

I’m just glad that my shit has turned solid, after being brown water for weeks, that’s squirted out my arse

I don’t really know what a panic attack is. It doesn’t register to me. I don’t think I’ve ever had to panic about anything.

How does that differ from fear? Do you feel like you are actually not going to make it through, as the panic is happening? Is that the difference?

Joint?

Christian

Subject: Sunny Tuesday

That does make more sense

Tom

Subject: Sunny Tuesday

I reckon it's because I'm still stoned for the first few hours of work.

Christian

Subject: a-hem

Yes yes yes.

Background noise. Like a sort of whining yiping Sydney Silkie sort of buggering.

Yes yes. Interviews, going to Switzerland, marks.

Yes yes. I KNOW.

God when will she ever stop...?

What junk, what tat? What garbage collection? I don't understand... how can that be...?

Moles

PS we will visit Tomi in hospital, that we will

Subject: a-hem

I’ll give you background noise around the ear, young man.

And after I’ve gone and cleared it with Mark, you coming and all. Going to Bolago, that is.

Your manky old fork & shovel, that’s what’s going to the tip, me luv!

Christian

Subject: a-hem

What?!!

Me?

Bolago?

(I find this quite a sensible idea – hatchets, burying, something to do with 3 weeks in Melbourne...).

But can this be...?

(I have been paid for a week's worth of teaching and I have taught not one lesson – last week, silly season, video watchin', room cleaning, surprise excursions and then heatwave weather (er, 30 degrees huh!) so NOT A SAUSAGE!)

So I am TRYING to get HYPEREXCITED about Aussie, but of course it will all sink in in all its lovelyness when we are there.

The lovely Mark, the lovely Luke... who would have thort it...

Moley van Hauptmole

PS You sure know how to get a Mole's attention...