Little Miss Genius

SMS. 8.13. Well? – Christian

SMS. 9.17. Yes, yes will call later – Rachel

SMS. 15.14. Where will we go? – Rachel

SMS. 15.17. We should come to ur place to see Billie – Christian

SMS. 15.19. No, no, need 2 escape! – Rachel

SMS. 15.21. Have sent Jill a text but no reply – Rachel

SMS. 15.22. I am surprised. He, he, he – Christian

SMS. 15.56. Pelican Bar at 8? – Rachel

Subject: I'm a genius...sigh...

hello little miss genius,

that is correct, a message went undetected, thank goodness for the missy cat.

my favourite part of the story is Mark tugging on your limp arm squeeking 'how long have you been here'??? chri sooooooooooooooooooooow.

i love i heart huckabees, (more like fuckabees!) Mark Wallberg is so dead pan funny, that scene when they're at lunch with Tetembe and the Christians...

How was mysterious skin? i've heard its great...

speaking of fisting, im having a few peeps over on Sunday arvo (Mark and Lu inc), because i go to NY on Monday!!!!! (trip on that...also you can trip on how much yankee cock im guna have to suck to survive over there as i maxed my credit card out on the flight cost!) Hey also guess who's speaking at the festival???

guess guess!!!!

no not baby jesus, but just as good DAVID LYNCH!!!!

im so going to march up to him and ask him to be my best friend. Especially when i tell him of my new screen play a story that revolves around a 'headless blonde' named jiggy!

oh i miss not having our late night lounge room chats and brainstorms... are you sure you can’t pop over to new york for a week to play with me and Jacob? he just sent me a txt saying "everythings fine i went out last night drinking margarita's, spewed, asked some guy to punch me in the face, and he did, then went home and lost my new flatmates cat! little scamp...

apparently he has some new vault stories for me as well, can’t wait to hear his tales.

Hey maybe we should meet up and go see Tom on Friday night?

much love

reg tits mcgee

ps hows judy?

Ab

(Ed note - Judy is Ab's name for Josh. Reg is Josh's name for Aby. Have you grasped these fine points of the story?)

Subject: Hello, trainee genius here

Judy had been remarkably quiet... I did behave badly when he was here. I was stressed out, didn't have the patience – that one requires with Judes. But he did email, newsy, chatty, seemed like old self. I said sorry. Waiting for reply.

Mysterious Skin was good. Interesting idea. Two 8 year old boys are molested by their baseball coach, one gay, one straight. The – very good looking – gay boy becomes a hustler and the straight boy has a blank spot, which he fills with ideas of being abducted by aliens. Yeah, it was good.

Sunday sounds like a go, sure, count me in.

You know, I don't think I would be game enough – read stupid – to ask a guy in New York to punch me. That Jacob's a scamp. Ah, New York, New York. If we killed my mother... Perhaps, I should do a New York tattslotto ticket? Although, I'd be a bit scared to fly anywhere at the moment. (Another one came down) But then I'm a flying frady cat anyway.

Don't worry, yanky cock is big – natch. Never known a bad dick on a yanky boy, let me tell ya. (I just need an Italian skater boy from New York – who has a suit career too – read can pay his way. If you could pick him up for me duty free...)

I wonder how Hollywood David Lynch is? Could go either way, I suspect.

What's a vault story?

A 'headless blonde' named jiggy?

Tom, Friday is a go too. Last time I visited, we sat in the freezing cold out in the little court yard, me having stayed home all day in bed with a suspected cold. Smoking a joint, natch. Tom hacked away and I wondered about the irony of me dying right there next to him of pneumonia. However...

Not that I'm advocating that for Friday.

Christian

Out for dinner with Rachel at the Pelican Bar in Fitzroy Street. It was a lovely night, hints of Spring in the air. Gorgeous. Rachel said she’d left a message from Jill but she hadn’t responded. I told Rachel Jill was in Queensland. Something to do with work. We tried to organise dinner with her, there and then.

SMS. 20.25. (Jill) Where in QLD r u? – Christian

Rachel drove me to my car. The Volvo tail-lights were just becoming little red, beady-eyed, dots in the distance of Park Street.

SMS. 22.06. Could do with a Canterbury Road fuck right about now! – Rachel

SMS. 22.09. U & me both – Christian

Subject: perhaps i could be a gean i... as in singular genius

goodie two dates for us two dates for us (sing that last bit) Shall we say 6ish at Tom's?? and 2ish at mine??

now onto addressing those inquiries

1. a vault story is a hideous sex story that you can only share with your bestest friend... they are usually hard core in nature... the kind Tom would probably skite about openly.

2. the 'headless blonde' is still just a little pipe dream that goes under the title of 'hell on dyke slopes' (pronounced in an american accent)

3. as for yankee cock, i read what you said about them all being A grade beef and immediately my mind flickered to all the past american cock ive encountered (and let me say the flash went for a good few smitten moments and i hole heartily concur my friend mmmm tastey indeed! (must.... replace... thoughts... of blow jobs on hot... american boys... with blow jobs on Rob....)

4. off course i will search for a hot young rich New York skater punk for you what are friends for??? (girl grins nefarious grin and taps fingers together) and i'll bring him straight home.... for sure 5. offing ya mum... sounds like fun can i bring.... ummm let me see.... mike tyson, chopper, denis hopper and off course courtney fo' laughs....

xx Aby

It's Been Grand

The walk to work this morning was going to have to fix a multitude of sins... after the weekend I just had.

Sunday afternoon, about 6pm, “Are you awake, are you awake?” It was Mark lying next to me on the bed. “How long have you been here,” he asked. “I thought you might have been at your mum’s, when I called.”

“Since about 3pm,” I said. “It’s been grand.”

I felt quite bozz-eyed this morning, that’s for sure. Everything seemed fuzzy and far away from focussed. Er!

Tim got up just as I was about to leave – just as I was reading some of my early journal that I wrote some of over the weekend – I’m so tired, he said. But that may have something to do with the pill from Thursday night, as much as it had to do with lack of sleep.

The sun was shining as I left the house. It was quite warm, well, warm compared to previous mornings. It was a gentle walk, I bought apples at Elizabeth and Bourke and was at work at quarter to.

SMS. 17.01. Free tomorrow? If so, I will call Jill – Rachel

SMS. 17.13. Free tomorrow – Christian

Went to a play with my mum, Hitchcock Blonde.

Spoke to Tom for quite a while, he said it help distract him from the pain; sharp, stabbing pains like electric shocks, localised in his bladder.

Tom said Mark visited him today, but he sent Mark away, he was in too much pain.

Smoked pot for the pain.

(Aby)

I feel like I have ignored a message... not sure when, but recently, not so long ago, my conscious is tapping me so. Actually, it's Missy who is reminding me... it must be a girl thing. She's rubbing around my ankles whispering, Ab, Ab, Ab.

So here I am. Got the naughty weed for Tom for the weekend, but, I think, when he feared he might have been running out, with no, apparent, source of supply, he called everyone he knew to put in a request. But in the end, everybody raced down with some, he had more than one supply, so figured, I assumed, I was quite able to look after my purchase myself.

Of course, you know what that meant... lost weekend, pretty much. Yawn. I slept most of yesterday, tucked away in my cave. Gorgeous it was too, until I found Mark hanging off my right arm asking, How long have you been here? Did wonder in my twilight sleep/wake period, Is this a trick question?

Never the less...

Over the weekend, I did manage to watch three movies. Mysterious Skin. I (heart) Huckabies. And Resident Evil; Apocalypse. They were all good, surprisingly.

Did you know that paedophiles get 8 year old boys to fist them? Well, it goes some way to shedding light on the attraction... for me, anyway. Never been able to see it visually before.

I've just been to a play with my mother, too. So I have left the house, don't fret. Hitchcock Blonde. Boring, really. Not quite boring. Okay. Nothing really happened, well, noting I cared about.

I've just been talking to Tom and you know even after all the drugs he's had, he could still work out pi and the size of the circumference of a circle. I was impressed. And I've passed first year uni statistics. Although, how I did that still remains a mystery to me.

So... perhaps a joint then?

Christian

Chatted to Tim and Nicholas. They’d been to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Everybody hates Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Ab said she felt her intelligence was personally affronted – so, naturally Tim loved it. He has the worst taste in music and films.

Smoked pot with Nicholas. Gazed at his handsome face.

Went to bed.

Spending the Day in Bed

Bag of dope. Lazy Sunday. You do the maths.

I did get up insanely early, though. 6am. I wrote old journals until midday. By then the dope was catching up, so I needed a nap.

Called mum to say that I feared my cold was coming back, so I was spending the day in bed. She said I sounded dreadful. In actual fact, it had been hours since I had to form coherent sentences. It was hard going. My voice was naturally gravely… assisted in being naturally gravely :)

Mark woke me at 6.30pm. He and I and the lovely Sebastian ate dinner at Ninos. It breaks my heart to go past there day after day to see it empty and the owners standing around, the financial clock ticking in their grim stare.

Watched Idol.

Waved Mark and Sebastian off.

Smoked pot. Went to bed.

Thank the Universe we Were all Born Handsome

Ah, Saturday, feel the stress fall away. But, I was still awake at 7am, so I headed to my computer and typed journals and scoured gaydar.

I went back to bed to watch I (heart) Huckerbies.

SMS. 10.53. Christian, I’m such an idiot…Nicholas can get that stuff u wanted for 70 whenever u want – Tim

SMS. 10.56. I would like some, please – Christian

SMS. 10.56. Ok… where r u? – Tim

SMS. 10.58. In my room – Christian

SMS. 10.58. He he he he… ok… He knocks off at 2.30. Will organise this afternoon – Tim

Nicholas got the dope in the afternoon.

Tim cooked chicken soup.

Tom called to ask if I my goods had turned up, I said they had. He said that he now had two other people who were successful. I gather, I was deemed the most suitable to be stuck with the merchandise. I didn’t mind, natch.

We watched Resident Evil: Apocalypse. It was good. It was more like an action film.

I certainly can’t be accused of having narrow movie tastes.

Nicholas’s fat, ugly friend Alan turned up. Tim had described him as repulsive after the weekend in Sydney. I can now see what he means. A very unfortunate human being. Freakishly ugly! Thank the universe I was born handsome. From Zoe, up at Auntie Pat Dauber’s place when I was twelve, to the last guy I picked up, I’ve been told I was handsome all of my life. Alan would never have heard it said of him. Sad really. We all look at other people who we think have it easier than ourselves, for whatever reason, and wonder what their lives are like… it’s funny to think that somebody might look at me in the same way, I’m not saying Alan did, when I think I live a very ordinary sort of life.

Does that even make sense?

Tom didn’t want the dope I got him.

I ate the Wonka bar I had bought Tom, which I had in the car for him.

Nicholas has a lunch on him, fuck. Sometimes he just sits there with this huge lump in his pants and looks so sexy, I can’t help but look. I hope he doesn’t notice, I don’t want him to think I’m a dirty perve leering at him. But you should see it sometimes. Every red-blooded gay boy would look. It’s big and squishy as he pushes at it.

I sat up until very late writing my journal.

 

Tickle at The Back of My Throat

Up at 7am and down to the kitchen. I was feeling better, just an annoying coldy type tickle at the back of my throat. So I guess it’s not the flu at all. Off to work with you, young man.

SMS. 7.38. What nuts guy? Marcus? – Leah

SMS. 8.10. That’s him, Marcus Bitten. I just needed a new nutso name for my novel, Thanks – Christian

SMS. 8.10. Isn’t it bizarre how we remember these things! – Leah

SMS. 8.15. The human mind is a wonderful thing. And yours and mine are finer than most, apparently. U knew who I meant, hey? – Christian

SMS. 8.15. True enough! – Leah

SMS. 8.21. Marcus is now going to be a gay, ex-poofter basher. I hope he doesn’t mind. Do u think he is still @ large? – Christian

SMS. 8.21. In his jammies, probably – Leah

SMS. 8.24. What was it, a compass stuck in the pregnant woman’s stomach @14? – Christian

It was 8.30 as the second of the two trams coming up Gertrude Street slide into the tram stop, so I got on.

SMS. 9.26. Think so. R u at work? – Leah

SMS. 11.14. I’m @ work now… @ the good end of a boring meeting. The girl in the coffee shop was pleased we r still friends – Christian

SMS. 11.18. What girl? – Leah

I decided to call Leah after that. It was too hard to explain that I was reading the answer to the compass stab in the stomach of the pregnant woman… as it had been too hard to explain to the girl at Java when she asked if she could read the same message. How do you explain to a girl in a shop that it was an answer to a pregnant woman getting stabbed in the stomach…and then relay all of that to Leah by text?

Tim and Sylvia Romero were home drinking when I got home.

Mark and Luke arrived unexpectedly.

SMS. 18.30. Feeling better? Is Tuesday good 4 dinner? I will call Jill 2 if u like – Rachel

SMS. 19.01. Bit better, went to work all day. Tue is good. Big sneeze – Christian

Mark, Luke and I went to Tandoori Times for dinner. Who should be sitting at the next table, but Beck and her friends Sue and Susan. So Beck and Luke finally got to meet.

SMS. 20.31. U should be here snuggled up on the bean bag with Billie. She is so cute – Rachel

SMS. 20.34. The cat is asleep with her head in a shoe – Christian

SMS. 20.35. INHALE GENTLY! at this time of night, it’s the best advice I can give. I just fed the dog Andre’s dinner tee hee she loved it! – Rachel

SMS. 20.37. Bitch – Christian

SMS. 20.38. You love that dog more… – Christian

SMS. 20.38. He, he, he, big, big, big :)! Karma says I will die poor & unfulfilled, but smiling! – Rachel

SMS. 20.45. That’s all u can really ask for – Christian

SMS. 20.46. Hmmm, I think so! Daughter #1 Running me a bath & lighting candles! Big sigh – Rachel

Mark, Luke and I went to see Mysterious Skin, at the Nova, a movie about two boys, one straight and one gay, who are molested by their baseball coach when they were 8 years old. It was good. The boys were handsome, blonde and dark. Good boy, bad boy.

I saw Hillary… one of our intermittent meetings. (I used to work with Hillary, we were great mates. Now, I see her, intermittently, at plays, movies and things.

Tom called to say he was scared of running out of dope, as all of his usual sources had dried up. I’m assuming that Tom put in a call to everyone he knew.

September

Should I say that it is the first day of my month? Should I say that the best people are born in September? While this is true, it can't be exactly true as none of my lovers have been born in September. Perhaps that's what I need, a lover of September birth.

The sun is shining, although it is still very cold in the mornings. The sky is blue, although the wind is white. The bay is smooth, turquoise and still. The horizon wraps around us like the hard edge of a dinner plate.

The smog is brown.

I’ve been feeling like I am coming down with something for the last couple of days and when I was going hot and cold, hot and cold, this morning I decided that I should take myself off home to rest. There are nasty flu’s going around, which I certainly don’t want.

I headed home around 10am. I bought some new porn on the way. Well, if I was going to stay in bed all day, I needed something to entertain myself with? True?

SMS. 12.02. Just walking past yr brother’s house on Beach Road, god it’s ugly! Can we do dinner next Mon/Tue? – Rachel

I stayed in bed for most of the day. I so desperately didn’t want whatever I had to develop into anything.

I spoke to Tom at 7pm, after a bong and after Tim and Nicholas went out for a while. I told Tom that I was going to go visit him tonight, if it wasn’t for the flu/cold. He said he’d love to see me and that I should come and visit. So, I did.

I ate fish & chips and chocolate bars. I ate dim sims at the hospital cafe, four. The dim sims at the Alfred are becoming a bit of a ritual.

SMS. 20.31. (Leah) What was the name of the nuts guy from Nth Boring? – Christian

SMS. 20.58. I’m sick. Unspecified. Coldy. The bong helped. Dinner would be good – Christian

SMS. 21.14. Get better! Have another bong & take 2morrow off, Doctor Rachel’s orders. What have you had to eat? – Rachel

SMS. 21.18. Fish and Chips and Snickers – Christian

SMS. 21.22. Oh? :( – Rachel 

Everybody is Coming Down With Something

SMS. 8.10. No singing 4 me sick kids, biting poohing weeing puppy, dickhead husband and what’s 2 sing about eh? – Rachel

SMS. 8.17. Sing along anyway. But as I gaze at the princess’ Theatre, it would have to be Whistle While You Work, as I head there – Christian

SMS. 8.18. Think I may take Oliver 2 South Melbourne market 4 a coffee. I hate my food job it makes me quite depressed. Working at Urchin 2nite – Rachel

SMS. 8.19. I hate mine too – Christian

SMS. 8.20. I’m following a hot arse down Bourke Street – Christian

SMS. 8.20. Give it a pinch, make his day – Rachel

The solid boy from yesterday was walking down Bourke Street again with me today. He's a solid, good looking aussie boy; dark messy hair, blue eyes, pale skin. He stopped at the fruit stand and bought another apple, again this morning. I gazed at him, as I waited for the lights on Elizabeth. I want to lick his chops.

I went to mum's for dinner.

I think I'm coming down with something.

When I got home, Tim was watching House MD. He couldn't talk, he was so engrossed. He said he didn't think he had taken breath for half an hour.

I have a nasty tickle in the back of my throat, so I went to bed early.

Hi Chrisso,

Lovely seeing you the other week. When am I going to get an entertaining email again ;0)

Rx (Raymond) 

Chanting As We Speak

SMS. 7.50. Day off Mirr? – Tom

SMS. 7.57. What? – Christian

Tom called to say that the message should have read Miss. He said that he had just had a blood transfusion, which has made him feel so energised he is raring to get out and about and actually feels like he could do it. He is stuck on his catheter for a week though.

Under the elms, over the avenue, through the park and down city streets. I knelt to re-tie my shoe, at the top of Bourke Street, and there was a solid boy in a dark suit, with cool messy hair, walking behind me, past me, in front of me. I whispered my usual boyfriend incantation quietly behind him. Then I whispered that I wanted to suck his big cock long and hard, as we walked down Bourke Street in single file. I chanted, quietly, that his cock was getting hard and that it was rubbing around in his jocks, making itself present in his pants, making it hard and hot for him to walk. The monster was rubbing on his thigh.

He got fidgety and scratched his ear and adjusted his torso in his suite, scratched his head, twitched his arms, stretched his shoulders… and walked with wide steps. I kid you not.

SMS. 14.28. Thanks for the birthday wishes. Had a fab day love .... – Shane

SMS. 14.32. Just come-to, I presume? – Christian

SMS. 14.40. It’s good to have girlfriends who know you well. No don’t panic it’s only Tuesday, wait till the slime has set on the door handles so that he can get out of the room – Shane

SMS. 14.45. Hitting it pretty hard was what I heard about u. Should I be afraid, was my response – Christian

SMS. 15.06. Just another birthday doll – Shane

SMS. 15.12. Hey, the session the other night was really hot. I’m very into another meet. Call me if you are so we can chat. Cheers Shane Buck – Shane

SMS. 16.21. I’m not sure what session u r talking about Buck? But I’m glad to hear u thought it was hot! – Christian

SMS. 16.25. How did you get that? Not in my sent items? Oh well, better you than somebody else…well, except for one – Shane

As I walk out of work, as I head up Bourke to William.

SMS. 17.51. (Rachel) Hey ho, end of the day! U know the song, come on sing along – Christian

Tim heated up his left-over pasta from last night. It was sensational.

I’ve had two joints. Nicholas has been packing.

SMS. 19.19. (Shane) I miss nothing! – Christian

(Josh)

28.08.05

Firstly, I think you should change your password to poofter in English.

Secondly, coming down the stairs, looking sheepish… didn’t score! If you believe that, I have some lovely beach-side property in Alice Springs you may be interested in. I hear they have a very progressive government. Boyfriends do that. If ya squeamish about it, stay single. One of their least endearing qualities, as worst. Hey, I know my boyfriend is sexy, big deal, at best.

You know, I’m sorry if I was a bit of a shit while you were here, I really should have taken two weeks holiday before you got here and then had two weeks holiday with you, it would have been cool. I was a wee bit stressed out from work, my patience was very scant.

But I’m back to it now, for weeks. Er! It just feels like such a waste of my time.

I changed the names in my novel, as you said. You were absolutely right, by the way, did I tell you? Well, it’s now Lucy and Gavin. And I realised that there was a chapter missing when you read it. Clearly, it made a big difference to the story.

I’ve just come back from a gorgeous sunny, blue-skied weekend at Bolago, from a dear friend, Ros' fortieth. We spent two nights chasing Mars around, as it’s the closest it’s ever been in, yadder, yadder, yadder. Wet paddocks, damp shoes and some of them city folk being scared of the cows. Like I said to them, like cows are so know for their aggression. Is that it? I squealed when I finally saw it. That? That star that looks like every other star in the sky, except it’s a bit more gold? For goodness sakes, we’ve been taken by a couple of meteorologists having a wank. But it was nice standing on top of the mountain in the pitch black in the night with a bunch of thirty something blokes, all guests, gazing at the stars.

So I knew quite a few of Ros’ friends, natch. I was envious of her sister, Lucy, who has enrolled at Deakin next year, to do my writing degree course there. I so want to stop working and do some more study. Which got me to thinking that I actually have done the course, of course. I am trained, I do have the skills and now it is for real – the things you think about in the car as the sun streams in through the window, the road stretches out in front of you like a big, wide ribbon with the blue sky above. I can’t piss around any more. It’s no longer just a pipe dream. I have to do it now. Eeks!

I just thought it was something to say. You know, shoot the breeze. Chat. Make small talk. Talk stoner crap. A bit like doing lead-light class for receptionists.

Never the less…

My skin is humming from all the sun today.

I have smoked a couple of joints and Tim has just handed me a porn tape. Hmm?

And, I guess, that means you’re getting dumped, Little One.

Big smile.

30.08.05

I forgot to hit send, oops. How did that happen? Clearly there is nothing wrong with my joint stash. Do you think when Tom expresses his concern for my dope habit, I should listen?

Did I tell you that Beau got the heave-ho and has been since replaced with a half-Italian one named Nicholas. Nice to. Can cook rum balls… find his way around a garden… and packs a mean bong. Oops, that’s a bad point. Bad point? Bad point! Mmmmm? I’ll get that one soon.

I think I should go out whoring to find myself a new boyfriend. One that’s sexy and leads an interesting life as well. How hard can that be to find? I find I’m falling in love on every walk into work in the mornings. It’s a sign. I’m developing a thing for men in suits.

Crooked smile.

Tom is back in hospital, bladder problem again. He called me to say that he was glad he was secure enough in the idea that I love him, so that I didn’t need to visit at all… like I had been, or nor…err! Bad Christian. He said his last blood transfusion made him feel so alive and vital he wanted to get out and about – just visiting, you understand not partying – except he’s catheterised to the spot. Damn!

Nitey night.

My head is spinning.

Jasus! Who keeps giving me this stuff?

Cheeky smile.

Er!

Gloved-hand to the throat.

I’m a little faint.

Madeline

Pass me my lavender smelling salts.

No, the other ones, you French fool!

Christian

hello my friends,

how are you? i'm missing you a lot, and so i thought i wirite you a few lines. Here in Bolzano everything is as it was and i won’t change neither. i go to work, i come from work, i see my girlfiend, i have a few drinks with my freinds, and so on. nothing really exciting, but still, nice. how is it in Bolago? hows the old gardener N and his wife? hope they're fine, greet them from me! have you heared anything from paddy latest? the last information i have, is that he went on a on-month-trip with aborigines, and that he was overexcited, looking for shells, and doing some bushwalks...

so well i have to get back to work now, i write to you later!

Oh and christian, any new written tales you could send me? i'd love to read something!

Sebastian M.

Nicholas Has Beautiful Rum Balls

I think I fall in love every morning on my way to work. There was a boy in Gertrude Street, this morning, who had such a sexy arse and lunch that I couldn’t help looking over the road at him, as we walked side by side, different sides of the street. That was until he realised what I was doing, that I was looking at him, he smiled and looked over at me, so I left him with that smile and I turned up Brunswick Street.

Then there was a boy with piercing blue eyes, pale skin and black hair. Yum! Dark suite, crossing Albert by the fire station. His gaze followed mine.

Beck’s first day back, it was good to see her.

U there?

Tim

I'm here – a bit like an episode of Are You Being Served.

Sword fish would be nice – I'm tempted to say no, though, as I feel guilty as you always cook dinner for me and I don't for you.

Christian

No – that’s fine – I need to make sure they sell it first – we had some last friday – it was gorgeous... like me.... otherwise I'll grab something else – Nicholas got some stuff and said he wanted to make some rum balls for desert.... I know what I'll be having.... its sick ... but I just can’t get enough of it lately!!

Tim

Rum balls are Italian, aren't they?

Christian

Yes indeedy.... oh lord!! they taste so nice..

Tim

Christian

Oh.....thanks!

Wish I was the younger sister though...time marches on :)

Jane

Tim and Nicholas are in the kitchen cooking. Tim fish, Nicholas Rum balls. Tim just yelled out, Yum!

I was going to respond, Tim, are you licking that boy’s bum again? But I thought better of it.

Manny called to ask me over there.

Tom’s back in hospital, his bladder is playing up. His parent’s said to him on, something like, Tuesday that Kirsten and Chris were coming over to visit. And then Thursday night they said they were going out for the night. Kirsten and Chris were to be babysitters. Tom wasn’t happy about it. As it turned out, Tom was readmitted to hospital on Friday, blood clots in his bladder. He is now catheterised again and in his own room.

I’m a bad friend, I should have gone and visited him. But, I don’t feel like doing anything but staying home and going to bed early.

Tom just called. He was glad that I’m okay and is secure in the fact that I love him that I, practically, don’t have to go and visit him at all.

I sneaked over to Manny's late and kissed him and undressed him and held him in my arms.

Shane's Birthday

SMS. 12.06. (Shane) Happy birthday – Christian

Everyone was languorously relaxing in the sun. Jane, Andy and baby Jay arrived. Jay was so cute, he was having a shy day and he kept snuggling up close for protection. He keenly observed all the other children around him. He was very quiet and confined, but nothing seemed to miss his gaze. He looked so cute in his B is for Bob T-shirt.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was shining the sky was blue. Manny left a message on my phone as I drove home around 2pm. I called him back and he asked if I wanted to come over tonight, after I had done my washing and whatever else it was that I had to do. I wanted to drop by now, so I could have the rest of the evening to myself. So, I made the excuse of dropping in to collect the joint which I had left with him when his back was really sore during my holidays.

He was putting up curtains, so I helped. During which, I couldn't help but pull his pants down. He kept saying wait, I want to get this done.

I was home by 6pm.

Manny called to say how much he appreciated my help with the curtains. He's such a polite boy.

Dear Mr Fletcher,

Thank you for your cheery mail. It is a comfort to me to know that loved ones back in the blessed homeland can spare a moment to share deeply their distress at the political necessitated exile movement that claims successive good sorts from the maternal shores. Oh Why oh Why? etc. One can only ask what are you people doing with that government down there where the kangaroos rue their oozes? But who can say...

Well back in the thick of it, but very relaxed. professional, fucking up only a little bit, turning up, smiling, shimmying up walls. The other job starts in a week. That will be interesting how much can be balanced. But I'll just be more in the middle of it.

What can I say? Australia is SOOO far away and I adjusted in like a swink of your grandmother's smacky proverbial. I don't believe she blinked an eye(lid). Not her - too crusted over with amyl burns that have moved up from her weeping nostrils. But that's Sherleeyn, she was always her own person and you couldn't tell her nuthin'.

I have had me mate Jane visiting for 4 days and the weather turned summery and we had a ball – cocktails one after the other in gorgeous locations, Berlin this Berlin that, chat chat chat and no hassles. They (a friend of her's too) loved the flat and terrace, loved Berlin, loved Germany. You gotta love them holocaust memorials at 6am, crackasparrows!

Bern is foine – just up to some tricks. Came in on girls' last night to cross with him coming down stairs with a cuties in tow and VERY sheepish (natch, I'm a dragon with bad behaviour – must keep remembering, that's what boyfriends do, bad behaviour I mean, mixed with other things of course) and I was a bit prissy because I figure Internet root in our flat, and I was right but he had no luck and he didn't score and so they're jogging buddies and I thoroughly approve as I won't have to jog and scoring is fine too anyway I had just been caught by surprise and ANYWAY Emilio is coming to Berlin and that's already been sorted so I can root him solid for weeks so let's not be hypercritical. EMILIO yipee yipeee!!!! There is none bigger, thicker, wider. Maybe we can arrange for a bendy one, like the other one had, that David. Mum I want THAT one. But no we must not complain. I expect to go to hospital, but hopefully at the end of his visit, as a result. I mean, I'll have to rehab until I can walk again, normally.

And last bit, the guy was Israeli (ha ha!) so I feel very encouraging for Bern and no sweat for me.

That's about it I think. I had to open my account at school feeling a bit groggy and they were all arranged behind me looking at the screen when I got them to look away for my password (poofter, in German) and then when they had looked back, there it was, where I had typed it in the wrong field. Hee hee. As I hadn't got it and had to look myself as did they to find the problem, why hasn't it opened (come on kid! let's problem solve!) it took some time before I even realised. Why Oh Why am i surrounded at every turn?...

Write bitch, dear friend,

Gales

I went to bed early with art-house porn that Tim had given me.

Ros’ 40th

Ros’ 30th birthday. Everybody was university educated, interesting, fun types… with children. Lot’s of kids, young kids, all well behaved. Everybody was nice and chilled and relaxed.

Study hard, have kids, the cycle repeats.

Ros and I have never been the greatest of friends. We were there for a time, becoming friends, but she's turned on me twice, savagely, over stupid things. It left me wide-eyed and mouth open, on both occasions. You know, once I could have forgiven, but twice. Seriously, get therapy. Now, I find it hard to be totally relaxed with her. I don't want to be like that, but I am.

I call her Miss Anger Management.

I don’t think Mark really believed me for the longest time, but then she turned on him with all the hell and fury, I gather, she turned on with me.

I've never really been able to completely trust her ever since. I’m not a psyc, but it’s borderline personality disorder territory. At the very least the signs of a spoilt little princess growing up.

bear

Is There a Bear in There?

There was a guy walking across Queen Street in a dark suit and overcoat. He had his hands in his pockets, like glove-puppets in the overcoat, pulling the coat sideways in each direction. He must have been a boxer shorts kind of guy, because with every step he took I could see his cock bouncing up and down, like there was something in his pants, which there was, that was enjoying the day all on its own.

Then a boy came along in jeans who looked like he had a couple of ripe apples stuffed into them.

The day just seemed to slip by.

I left for Bolago around 7.30pm.

 

All That in There

I woke up to Tim banging on my bedroom door. "Come on, come on, it's eight thirty," he said. "Do you want me to put your coffee on?"

"What?" I rubbed my face. "Er... no... I can manage." Daytime. 8.35. Shit!

An old Greek lady got on the tram all dressed in black; a face with lines that told of a long smoking history and eyes that were watering, surrounded by big circles of wet, spreading across her lined face. My eyes started to itch, as I gazed at her. I didn't want her to touch me. She looked tired and sad, as she clutched her blue, red and white shopping bag tightly.

Then a big, solid wog-boy got on in pale blue track suit pants and my attention was lost. My goodness, I thought. How do you suppose he got those... around that... like that? Very nice.

(Leah)

Hey, by the way, you know how I gave you my novel to read? You didn't read it, did you? Don't read it. I must be mad sending you that. You can read it when there is a completed draft. I must stop sending people stuff that isn't up to being read.

Christian

Remember, I couldn’t open it I tried it on the work and home computer- thought the work one may have snaffled it coz of dirty words and maybe it was too big for home computer – yet ours is pretty beefy??

Anyway I would love to read it – when you are ready. I am also going to send you the 5 people you meet in heaven book – I will do that.

Have a good day sweetie xx

Leah

Good. I'm glad of that.

Don't you worry, you'll be one of the people I'll be counting on to read it... but when it's ready.

Big smile.

Christian

Tonight, Sylvia Romero and Tim’s friend Anna McCormack, who I never recognise, were here. I talked a bit, was on my computer a bit and then I went to bed early.

You understand there was a lot of drinking going on, which, naturally, I don't partake of. Alcohol is evil stuff! Messy. Not so much fun, as far as I'm concerned. 

Happy Hump Day

Tim woke up this morning when I yelled at Missy for lapping out of my muesli, as it sat, soaking on the bench. Are you all right, he said?

Then he complained of a hang-over and commented that he needed to go to the gym, to keep up a perceived standard of what Nicholas might be attracted too. "He's got calves like this and thighs... oh, my goodness, what does he see in me?”

You're not exactly a back of the bus case, I said.

I know, I know. But sometimes I look at him...

Oh well, off to the gym today, if you want to keep Mr Cutey-pants, I said as my departing words.

Nicholas asked Tim if he was too clingy? Tim says that he asks things in such an innocent way, that it is a bit disconcerting. (I would have thought that would be endearing)

Nicholas asked Tim, on Monday, So does this mean we are going out?

Tim thought he meant out for lunch.

(Leah)

Happy Hump Day. I guess you'd be feeling it more than usual?

Christian

Yepski!

Leah

A woman of few words, now-a-days?

Christian

Busy mate xx

Leah

(just starting to get the inclination that perhaps my and Leah's relationship might be heading in different directions)

I went to mum’s for dinner. The dinner was cold. I wasn't even late.

Mum asked me to check the pre-programmed number for my home phone number, to see if it was right. She was sure it wasn't. But mum, I haven’t changed my home phone number in fifteen years. It's her, cracks are appearing. She's having problems with telephones, now.

Tim and Nicholas were home watching television.

I tried to talk to Tom, get a call in at the last minute, more for my guilt than his enjoyment, but had to give up, in the end, because he was too sleepy.

I wrote the Meaning of Life until 1am. 

Nicholas is Great. And He Even Swallows

Nicholas and Tim were still in bed when I left. Nicholas was sitting up with just the sheet covering his lower half. I tried not to look. You know, I soooo wanted to.

I walked in the rain, fine, misty rain, covering me in tiny crystals. It was lovely and I got to work on time.

SMS. 9.50. Working is such a pointless mindless waste of time – Rachel

SMS. 14.42. Tell me about it! I waste every day here doing pointless, menial stuff when I could be… changing the world – Christian

Today – I am back at work – I survived and saw gorillas. I can die a happy woman………..

Leah

Welcome back my little lamb chop. You must have seen and felt wondrous things. Lucky you. Now back to work.

Christian

Yes, don’t know about gorillas in the mist, I have Leeps in the mist today thanks to that nasty jet lag stuff!

Leah

Leepers in the mist. It sounds like the title to some old sea-dog-faring big sea adventure. You just need a over-sized rain coat and an eye-patch... and quite possibly a dog and a parrot.

Christian

Yeah right. Hey I have the Wilson’s company this weekend – that’ll be nice

Leah

I guess. No, that will be lovely.

Christian

SMS. 16.12. I just lit the best fire ever…and dinner is cooked. I’m a busy girl! x – Tim

SMS. 16.16. & a happy girl. Have you got that smile off ur face yet? – Christian

SMS. 16.16. No…I would hate to tell u what I had on my face earlier… He is great! And he even swallows. Who could ask for more :) – Tim

SMS. 16.27. Gotta love a boy who swallows. Made of tougher stuff than me – Christian

SMS. 16.27. Me too… though I’ve given his a licken… tastes good too… I can’t find a bad thing yet! – Tim

SMS. 17.31. We had babies! There are baby fish in the pond…ye saw one today… and Nicholas bought three new ones for me as a present… he’s so camp… x – Tim

SMS. 17.35. I’m going home I’ve done my time… (come on, sing along) – Christian

SMS. 17.37. Yeah fuck the bureaucratic bastards! Let’s all pop on a caftan & head 2 Qld wearing no undies! Karl coming for dinner – Rachel

SMS. 17.40. Karl who? – Christian

SMS. 17.39. My old boss, the kraut – Rachel

SMS. 17.45. Never known a bad Karl. Never know a good Kraut – Christian

SMS. 17.45. He is now a wine maker & always brings red wine treats! Join us – Rachel

SMS. 17.49. I’ve got pot to smoke! – Christian

SMS. 17.48! Alrighty! – Rachel

The Sweetest Thing

SMS. 9.56. So was he better than cuddling Billie? Stupid question, I know. Thought y’d given him the flick – Rachel

EEO training from 11am. Again? How many times to I have to have this stuff drummed into me. To summarise, you can do anything once, but if your intended victim says no and you do it again, you are asking for trouble. You can't discriminate. You can't exclude. You can't treat someone different to everyone else. How many law suits can the execs be up for. It’s not as if I’ve ever stared at another man’s crotch at work.

I was on my own all day. No time to sit about scratching my arse though.

SMS. 15.42. Hi… I’m cooking dinner tonight… San choi bow… If u want… xx… God I’m feeling so happy! Kiss, kiss – Tim

I left right on five thirty, despite being half an hour late this morning. I’m not a clock watcher. I do my hours though, nobody could complain about that. They owe me, if anything, I have many hours banked, I reckon.

SMS. 17.32. (Rachel) He was. I did. Oh well – Christian

SMS. 17.34. (Tim) Yum! Yes please, if it is not to late – Christian

SMS. 17.34. It’s fine. Makin lots – Tim

I watched The Sweetest Thing with Tim and Nicholas. Probably Tim’s pick. He’s a great guy, but his taste in music and movies is a bit eighteen year old chick. 

Then I played around on my computer, you know, as you do.

Turned On And Steaming

SMS. 00.21. Hey is that offer still going? Am near ur place and have a car. Can be there in 10. Not sure how long I can stay tho, but better than nothing – Dean

SMS. 00.24. Come over – Christian

I think I was just too wasted on dope to be completely up with it with Dean. But the sight of him with his jeans around his ankles and his hard cock in my hand was hot – rock hard cock, masturbating him. He has a dark-skinned, veiny cock, that is beautifully uncut; thick legs; dark purple ball sack. His dark, good looks, his concentration on what was being done to his manhood, totally turned on and steaming.

I think, I was a victim of my own trap, just as he was arse-up in the air, my head spun, I faltered, too hot from the roaring fire, to stoned from too many joints, whoosh. Semi-shut down. I need a breather, gotta take a break.

Why don’t I marry Dean?

I fell asleep watching Joan Crawford’s Rain

I woke at 6am on the couch, shut everything off and went to bed.

8am.

Boy, do I feel like I have a bong-over, or what? Still stoned. I’m quitting smoking today. Too many pains in the chest, just of late, to justify continuing.

I’m trying marijuana therapy, traditionally a therapy that has an indistinct history of success. Besides, there was a joint in the ashtray, hardly smoked. If I can just have a few joints to get me through the worst of the first day of quitting. Just today. Tomorrow nothing, if I can smoke no cigarettes today.

My computer screen flashes pink and blue. I should just go down to Office Works and buy the new one, 15inch flat, for three hundred and seventy. In fact, I might just do that.

1pm.

I now have a flat 19 inch screen, for five hundred dollars. You see my wallpaper art work on it. Yum!

I got really stoned and watched the rape scene from Glass House, where the cute, blond guy gets taken by four, or five, fellas. I wanked on the couch.

I smoked a number of joints before I went to mums. I got there at two, she wasn’t home. I took the Rover for a spin and bought iced finger buns.

SMS. I was coming, now, after seeing mum, but Manny just waved his cock @ me, so I’ll see you another time – Christian

SMS. 14.42. Cock always wins over cute Staffy puppies – Rachel

SMS. 14.44. Especially beautiful Greek ones – Christian

SMS. 14.45. Dunno, never had a Greek one – Rachel

SMS. 14.47. Greek boys are gorgeous. You should before you die, it’s a must. – Christian

SMS. 14.49. There’s lots 2 do b4 I dies, not sure where having a Greek boy fits into the scheme. D u have a camera phone? – Rachel

SMS. 14.54. U should slip him in as a matter of urgency. Velvet skin. White teeth. Big, brown eyes – Christian

SMS. 14.58. And they r good @ it! – Christian

SMS. 15.01. Is this Manny who was on the scene ages ago? – Rachel

Mum was coming home just as I was walking down the front path.

SMS. 15.06. Yep. Didn’t I show u his cock? He laughed when I told him I had. Greek boys, got to love ‘em, their not shy – Christian

SMS. 15.06. Thought so, I will send a photo of Billie from a friend’s phone – Rachel

SMS. 15.08. Why? – Rachel

SMS. 15.09. Don’t send – Christian

She cooked me stew and I ate Tim’Tams.

I was home by four. I called Manny and told him to get his arse over. He said he may stay the night, but I said he couldn’t if I was going to work the next day. He could stay Friday or Saturday night.

Tim and Nicholas came home.

I’m so stoned by the time Manny finally get here. He’s cross because he doesn’t think I’m up to going to the bank and lending him three hundred dollars. I play with his nipples and come back to life. Makes him smile... give me that sexy look.

SMS. 17.58. Why can’t I send it? – Rachel

SMS. 18.15. Police found a body in the men’s toilet. Saggy breasts, one testicle, an abnormally small cock and wearing women’s panties. Text me back so I know your ok. I’m back – Shane.

SMS. 18.18. (Rachel) I’m not connected – Christian

SMS. 18.19. I’m stoned – Christian

It is a cool night. I have a hard-on as we walk, the long lamb’s wool coat hides it well.

I love it when Manny is lying on top of me, his hard and soft bits pushing into my hard and soft bits. I hold him by the arse and grind into him, he feels hard, and sexy, and hot. His cock against mine, hot, sweaty, and hard. Me kissing his big, soft lips. His legs over mine. His nipples tender and between my fingertips, so I can regulate his breathing.

Manny left early, he had to PT it home. I’m too stoned to drive.

SMS. 22.58. (Shane) Welcome back dol – Christian

I Had a Dream

I had a dream that I was at my parent’s house, M Road when Shelly Haddockwood and Dave drove a white Laser down the lane and into a bamboo stand, in the garden in the house opposite, just before our family company car, T****3, drove up, as the postie delivered a pile of letters to me from Esther, who I haven't seen for years; twenty big square envelopes with dark blue and green and orange borders.

What the hell does all that mean?

It’s 7.57am

Thanks for the thought but I don’t want one of those psycho freeeeeeks Male nurses?

Get a real job!

Tom

Now miss... that’s hardly the attitude

Christian

I went back to bed and watched Don’s Plum, which inspired me to write some more of MOL, chapter 6a, to be precise.

I bought coffee beans and the cut price book shop was having a 3 book for $20, so, of course, I partook. Rose Tremain, Patrick McCabe and Captain Corelli’s Mandolin.

I read on my Land Tax bill dated 31st July that I had 7 days in which to pay up or legal proceedings would automatically begin, with no more warning letters. I’m sooo slack with bills, I just toss them aside. I wonder if it the legal nonsense begun?

SMS. 15.45. Hey, can u get me any...? – Christian

I fantasised about Beau (Tim’s ex-boyfriend) coming over for stuff and me getting into his pants. You know, he was so nice, Beau. He often surprised me with the things that he knew. Something’s that seemed to be out of his time span, like old movies or television shows. Not to mention he is as sexy as anything. He has a raw sexuality, something that is right there, earthy, solid, in your face. Smouldering blond looks helps, as well. It’s the way he can slouch on the couch and pull bongs and be such a boy and fill his tracksuit pants as well. Smart and sexy. I love the way he mumbles when he’s wasted.

I fantasised about having a clandestine relationship with him. How would it work?

I read Dead Europe on the couch and fell asleep lazily until Guido called around 5pm to say he could get the stuff for me. We drank tea and I watched Guido eat Hungry Jacks, like a pig, getting it smeared all over his face. We talked about the qualities a boyfriend needs for each of us now.

"Just a tight hole, that's all that's required," said Guido.

"Nah, I think my requirements are a little more than that," I said.

"Why?" said Guido perplexed. "What else do you need?"

Mark called to see what I was doing. They were doing a small function for forty people, a birthday for cute George and his wife.

I tried to watch Scarred City with Stephen Baldwin, but it was just too ultra violent. Interesting premise for a film, though. And Stephen Baldwin is still hot. But when he walked up to a crook, put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger, I decided that I couldn’t watch any longer.

I watched the Glass House, Truman Capote, with Alan Alda. Its premise wasn’t so different to Scarred City, but without the violence.

I wrote some more, after that.

SMS. 21.26. (Dean) Come over. I’ve got pot – Christian

I watched To kill a Mockingbird.

I Guess He Noticed

I haven’t spoken to Tom since he got out of hospital on Wednesday. I was beginning to feel guilty about it. I should call him.

SMS. 09.19. Cow – Tom

I guess he noticed.

The sky clouded over and the rain came down. The footpaths washed to a shine and umbrellas went up. Coats were pulled tight around people’s throats, as they dashed from cover to cover and hopped on trams.

SMS. 16.56. I have never seen fat people move so fast! The buffet is now open! Fucking scary. Love – Shane

SMS. 17.03. Woo-Hoo! Me too, please! I’ll have one of EVERY THING! (or would that be one of everythink?) – Christian

SMS. 17.48. (Shane) R u still away? – Christian

Hi Jane

I saw a girl today who looked so much like you it was frightening. Well, frightening isn’t the right expression, she was beautiful like you. She even had on a tied, purple cardigan and she had a slight shade of maroon through her hair. I had to look several times to work out it wasn’t you. She was probably a little younger. So, you have a little-sister a look alike somewhere out there.

Hope everything is going well?

love

Christian

Steve N – With What Appears To Be A Nice Todger

(Kym)

I can't wait to see your smiling face, I'm having one of those weeks. This probably means I am going to dump on you, wah, wah, wah, so I apologise in advance. Now, as if everything isn't bad enough, I can't sign into my computer system and my, dedicated, IT bloke – they gave me him the last time I cracked the sads – is happily chatting away on the phone, tra, la, la, la, la!. So, I decided to do the only thing left to me and that was to phone my old employment agency to find out what jobs are going at the moment and would you believe it, nobody answered, it just rang out. Grrr! So I thought I'd email you instead.

Hello. Big smile. I feel better already. There is only one thing left to do and that is to get so drunk tonight I can't possibly make it into work tomorrow. Weeeeee!!!!!

Christian

I was just down in IT with my IT guy trying to get this wretched system back up and running, when Steve N. walked out to the training room and into the main office. I was daydreaming, as my IT guy fuddled about - is he useless, or what - just gazing into the distance of the office. I found myself ogling Steve, before I realised what I was doing. It was a funny moment, as I looked up at him and expected him to say hi, instead he smiled... and I smiled... and the smile left his face and I got the impression that he knew exactly what I was looking at. Oops. He’s got, what appears to be, a nice todger. He had the slightly self-conscious look of confusion. I got a chill up my spine. I must be more careful of ogling straight boys in the office, even if it wasn't, exactly, intentional.

SMS. 15.20. The only time she isn’t chewing is when she’s asleep (even the doorframes) think she may be part wombat! – Rachel

SMS. 15.33. AHHHHH!!!! That’s my day! – Christian

SMS. 15.33. The ***** HR manager is a bloody nightmare! But, I guess, we already knew that. I’m trying hard not to be rude to her – Christian

SMS. 15.34. How’s Noosa? – Christian

SMS. 15.35. Just be as rude as you like – get us both sacked and get on a plane up here! It’s bloody fantastic! – Beck

SMS. 15.37. Happy to oblige pig – Rachel

SMS. 15.39. Big smile. I’m waiting for the cow to call to have a go @ me – Christian

SMS. 15.43. Got a new phone – did u get the photo from my deckchair? – Beck

Can't wait to catch up! Dump away! See you out the front at 17:30

Kym

Is it 17.30 yet?

PLEASE let it be 17.30.

Christian

I went out for dinner with Kym, at Melbourne Central, at S Cafe. Cute, smiley, bald boy was our waiter again – tall, handsome with packed jeans.

SMS. 19.05. Ring Jill come and have dinner in Hampton the restaurant is very quiet – Rachel

SMS. 20.11. I’m already out for dinner – Christian

Hey Ben

The gorgeous Ben G. has moved to my floor, he was in the lift this morning with me. Handsome, blond hair, blue eyes. He has an intensity when he talks to me, he captures my attention like there is only he and I when we speak. Maybe, I'll get to bump into him in the toilets, at the urinal, I'd look. Bad Christian. He's a thoroughbred, lean and athletic. It would be beautiful, I know it. Like him. Downy soft blonde hair...

I reckon he'd make a good boyfriend. He's a Sagittarian. He has baby-blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. And a GREAT arse.

"Hi Ben, how are you?" I asked.

"Yeah, good," he replied.

"Another day..."

"To be worked to the bone," said Ben.

I'd like to work you to the bone, I thought.

"At least we're on time."

"Only just."

We both looked at the time display above the floor display. I looked back first and gazed at his handsome face. He looked back and smiled.

"Nearly there," Ben said.

"The salt mines beckon."

He laughed at my salt mines reference.

We stepped out of the lift together. I pretended we were lovers, besuited sweet hearts, arriving at work.

I didn't smoke until 9.15am. No sooner had I flicked on my computer that I slipped out when no one was looking. Ha, ha. Stood in solitude, as the breeze blew up Bourke Street, steadied myself for the day. Not bad, better than yesterday, at least I'm still here.

But I hate this place. Working for the man, men. Making a few at the top very rich. Although, I like the partners, it's the incompetents that they give me to work with that I hate. How much easier would it be if every one knew what they were doing. How come it's 50/50? How come the useless ones get to keep their jobs? Of course, they don't generally, in the long term, but it is until we get to that point that the rest of us suffer.

SMS. 15.21. Great news, our much improved recovering friend Tom is out of hospital after 8 weeks – Perry

hello honnies,

good news for us...

K***y X has been accepted into the New York Next Reel film festival in September and i have been invited to attend! yaaaaaay! so thank you all sooooooo verry much for all your support and hard work, looks like our vision is paying off in humble instalments.

much love to you all and we going to New York!!!

ps

Julie my Queen! a visit to you will be most definitely planned i will perhaps go via L.A and kick it with you and love and laugh and hold hands and eats spaghetti...

could you please email me you phone # so i can call you to hook up?? mine is #040xxxxxxxx (round the 13th of Sep i think)

that goes double to you BIF ANTON! no visit to skanky old L.A is complete with out some naked, craked up freeway drivn' with hookers and latino gangsters...

that or we could maybe just catch up for a picnic and a coolaid with your kids??

AND my Joelly! hey were are you guys? still in San Fran? lets hook up Kitten.

woohoo!

xx aBy