putting the guts back in

GIRL
Diana Evans
called Dee
since May 25th, 1980
terrorising inner-city Melbourne
consuming flat whites
producing words, hers and other people's
contact dee [at] viscerate [dot] com
SITE
viscerate.com
consisting of personal reflections
photography by Amy Q
archives here

Saturday, December 02, 2000

So maybe this whole having A back in college thing wasn't all just a bundle of fairy floss, but then again, I never thought it would be. After a year of him being out of college, he's back under my nose, under my feet, 24/7. He lives 10 metres away. That personal space and time I relished has vanished, especially on the weekends. I used to spend every minute that he was here with him, because eventually he'd leave and I could get on with the other things. But now he doesn't leave, so the time when he's here isn't sacrosanct.

The problems we used to have all suddenly phase into comprehensibility when I spell it all out like this.

I don't like this at all, and I like it even less because of that fact.

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Jett makes me stop, and think, and ache. I always feel so quietly privileged to have been given a story like this. Thank you.

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Friday, December 01, 2000

You've all heard me talking about R before, I'm sure. He's one of my oldest friends, and we have an unusual but interesting relationship, where we swap insults, weird ideas and sexual innuendo as fast as our whacked-out minds can produce the stuff. Well, my dearly beloved R has gone to the States for the summer (or, rather, the winter, as he will be experiencing it), and he's producing an online travel diary, hosted by the anarchical institution that is the Croquet Club. If you're interested in reading about his zany hi-jinks, you're in luck, because you can. Just don't tell him I sent you.

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Thursday, November 30, 2000

My life in numbers; reminds me of MC Square in the Kabuki comics who does her daily count to infinity, exploring the importance of each number as she goes along.

is me, alone, the way I like to be. It is also the number of guys I've kissed.
is the number of pets I've had. Both cats. One called PC (for Pussy Cat), who ran away, the ungrateful mog. The other called Sooty, who is a lovely old maid who misses me when I'm not home, which is frequently.
is the number of times I've had an X-ray. One was an Ultrasound for suspected appendicitis. The second was after I swallowed one of the teeth the dentist ripped out (well, he dropped it on the back of my tongue. It was a reflex mechanism). The third was a dental X-ray, to see what my wisdom teeth were doing. They didn't exist.
is the number of best friends I've had. Annette, pre-school and primary, and I were very different, but very similar. Nardia, high school, and I were amazingly similar in our quirks and perks. Gemma, first year of uni, and I were a relationship of extremes. K^r and I are quiet kindred spirits, non demanding, always easy.
is my usual numerology number. I don't know why.
is the number of times I've seen Braveheart. Which means I've used 18 hours of my life on that movie.
is a movie I didn't see on principle because it had Brad Pitt in it. (I later watched it, despite that condemning fact, and loved it.)
was how old I was when I got my first Babysitters Club book. I was the first person in the school to get into them, through a birthday present. Pretty soon everyone was into them, but I was the trendsetter. :-)
is the number of glasses of wine I can drink before I start getting really drunk.
was my age when I flew around the world with my parents, and experienced the wonderful smells. Durian in Singapore, glorious flowers in England, sulpher springs in Yellowstone National Park, and the subtle mustiness of fog in San Francisco.

And that's my life in numbers.

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"Hi, this is Rebekah from the front office. In case you hadn't noticed, the hot water is down, and it will be down for some hours if you're waiting on a shower. Sorry for the inconvenience. Bye-bye."

Thanks Rebekah. Actually, I had noticed.

Nah, actually, it wasn't too bad. It's so hot here at the moment that a cold shower was actually quite pleasant. (I'm not saying I want to make a summer home here, but... 1 point.) Well, maybe not pleasant, but certainly not as bad as it would have been in, say, July.

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Tuesday, November 28, 2000

Chemical spills and browses through Dymocks, the wealth of words spread out before me in alternate Atlantic wrappings and not a drop to drink.

Screams in frustration.

Something has to break, but it won't, and if it does, I'll just mend it. Patch it up with duct tape. Dark side, light side, holds the universe together. Use the Force, Luke.

*slaps the "Beware the Loony" sign on her forehead and toddles off to bed*

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Monday, November 27, 2000

Repeat after me with suitable arm gestures: "You are my sun, my moon, my starlit sky. Without you, I dwell in darkness." (1 point and a good laugh.)

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Things you don't expect to see - #54: Two NRMA (the breakdown/motor association organisation) guys inflating a three-metre-tall dinosaur with the compression pump in their truck.

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So much to say, so few letter on the keyboard.

Today seems to be my day for compliments. I have been told that I am 'elegant' and that I have been described as 'an alternative beauty'. I find the second all the more charming for its eloquence and the thought behind it.

I'll just bask in this warm glow for a few moments more.

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Sunday, November 26, 2000

If I were any more lethargic, my legs would fall off. It's a nice feeling. Sorta.

Fucking with archives complete. They will work, or I will shoot them with a bazooka.

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Summer is here, well and truly.

For some reason this makes me think of K^r's (in)famous Hot Toddy's, the one's R described as tasting like: "A runaway VB (cheap Aussie beer) truck crashed into a mince pie factory."

Ah, the things we've left behind...

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