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reading: Moab is my Washpot - Stephen Fry
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travelling/staying in: SA, NSW & Vic - depending when you catch me


Let's call today: 'Saturday 25 September 2004'


pirategirl wrote in the notebook:
 
hello!
yes it's me again.
in general i had a nice break - the fact that i was with my parents made things interesting. i will go into more detail about the more pleasant aspects of the trip, but right now, since im typing about it anyway, let me paste a snippet from a conversation with kirsty regarding one particular occurrence of a switch atop the Stawell Lookout.

vix says:
i nearly smacked my dad out on tuesday

MedusA says:

why's that

vix says:
my mum stumbled, just a lil step down, and he grabbed her and freaked out and had a go at her how she never looks where shes going and fuckin this shit that - he panics at the tiniest thing - and that was enough to upset her

vix says:
and as she was starting to get teary as it was she said that he didnt have to speak like that to her he blew up and yelled "yes but if something goes wrong what happens to us??" or something like that

vix says:
and then the next thing i knew i had walked up the step, grabbed his collar and screamed into his face to shut the fuck up, and he tried to rally back at me and went to grab my shirt too but i shook him off and stepped back forward and said - i dont know why - that if he ever hurt her id fucking kill him, and to back the fuck off. he looked really shocked cos id never done that to him - many times wanted to - and we were walking back to the car

MedusA says:

well, sounds like you had a relaxing holiday then ....

vix says:
and he was sorta still frozen for a sec as i took mum down the rest of the steps and walked her back and i spun back around and told him that we should fucking leave him here and that he's a selfish dick and that what pisses me off is that all he was worried about was not that she coulda hurt herself, but no 'what happens to us?' and i said how thats a real loving attitude. then i was back in the car, and my mum got in then him and he said sorry, real subdued. and i kinda came back into consciousness again cos i was just running on adrenalin and i noticed how i was shaking just a little and how steady and hard my gaze was on everything and that my last two finger on my hand hurt and my arm ached from the enormous grip i must have had him in.

vix says:

for quite a while after that he was very quiet and nice to everybody.


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