Dear Diary Vol. I
I dug out my old diary for this project I've taken on and here are some honest-to-goodness ramblings from yesteryear:
January 5, 1983: "Went to religious instructions. Daddy's moving out Jan. 16th. I'm glad cause dad smokes."
January 13, 1983: "I wish I had a bust. No guys want a girl who's flat. I doubt if I'll go to the dance. The Redskins won."
April 25, 1983: "Today I had to stop loving Mike. Sure I still like him, but he doesn't like me. So I'll show him. I'll act like I don't like him and I'll fix myself up to look beautiful. I hope he'll like me. I hope."
August 6, 1983: "Went to Becky's house. She smiles too much. I'm always hungry and hot. Wow!"
August 8, 1983: "Michael just found out that Santa Claus is mom and dad. Found out meditating is great. PYT and Foolin' are my favorite songs."
December 24, 1983: "Happy Birthday Jesus! He was born tonight! I'm going to say 1 whole set of extra prayers. I hope that's holy. I love you God!!"
posted by kate @ 8:10 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
How many times did you repeat the January 13, 1983 entry?
Becky is now cursing the day you got a scanner. And the rest of us are wishing we took every photo of us out of your stinkin' albums. beyotch. I'm sure one of those entries says something like.."tortured the sibs today, it was fun." where's that one, HUH???
"Katie? Hey, what's up, it's Sloan. Hey great post today on the diary entries, love it. Looking forward to the second installment. What? Oh yeah, thanks, glad you liked my post today too. I don't know, the whole blog racket is kinda wearing me down. Yeah. Hey listen, is Marc there? Yeah, I'll hold.
Maaaaaaaarc. Hey man, I was just thinking - do you remember when you pulled a starfish on M & C's honeymoon bed, right after I got finished posing at the urinal with their honeymoon luggage? That may have been the highlight of my life so far. Yeah. Uh uh. I know, I'm glad we can laugh about it now though. Yeah, I guess we laughed about it then too. Right. Right. No, we can't ever let them know we did the other thing. No shit. I only kind of remember it anyway, I was pretty messed up. I feel pretty badly about all of it, but then none of it was my idea, so I guess I'm legally clear. Cool. Ok, talk to you tomorrow, much love to the boys."
Wow, that "Comment deleted" above sounds kind of harsh. It's just that Michele posts likes she speaks - often and without taking a breath. KIDDING. You know I love you like a sister, bitch. Oh wait. You ARE my sister. Ummm. Sloan. When Marc leaves me, AND HE WILL LEAVE ME, it's you and me babe. Depend on it.
Kisses to all.
I just deleted a duplicate entry and it makes me look like I'm the thought police. Me: "How do you work this thing?" Marc: "Give it a rest. COPS is on."
I'm taking your scanner out like the guys in "Office Space" took out the fax machine.
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