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Historic event? Nah. I'll probably just do something awe inspiringly stupid and make a total mess of this.
My first entry and thank you to green luv for the code and harmonyfb for offering too. I said 'no' and then I thought, oh, sod it, why not? It's not like it'll take more than ten seconds to chronicle the life and times of me each day.
I haven't kept a diary for years. Found some old ones on a clear out recently and sat there, surrounded by junk, leafing through my thoughts at age 14. Who were these people I was talking about? Why did I use cryptic codes that are now totally meaningless? (Oh, right; my younger brother used to find it and read it. Out loud. To his friends. Some of whom featured in it.Scarred for life? You betcha.)
It was sad and scary to realise that I couldn't remember that girl. It was me but now it isn't. And that's the other thing about writing diaries; when you're really doing fun stuff, you don't have time to write about it. My glory days of Having A Life were spent mostly drunk (well, it seems like that, looking back) and going out lots and lots with many men. Boys, really. Pathetic losers some of them but I wasn't picky back then. You have a pulse? Fine, I'll meet you outside Woolies at 7.30. How many vampires did I cruelly reject with my all too high standards? If only I had known...
My first entry and thank you to green luv for the code and harmonyfb for offering too. I said 'no' and then I thought, oh, sod it, why not? It's not like it'll take more than ten seconds to chronicle the life and times of me each day.
I haven't kept a diary for years. Found some old ones on a clear out recently and sat there, surrounded by junk, leafing through my thoughts at age 14. Who were these people I was talking about? Why did I use cryptic codes that are now totally meaningless? (Oh, right; my younger brother used to find it and read it. Out loud. To his friends. Some of whom featured in it.Scarred for life? You betcha.)
It was sad and scary to realise that I couldn't remember that girl. It was me but now it isn't. And that's the other thing about writing diaries; when you're really doing fun stuff, you don't have time to write about it. My glory days of Having A Life were spent mostly drunk (well, it seems like that, looking back) and going out lots and lots with many men. Boys, really. Pathetic losers some of them but I wasn't picky back then. You have a pulse? Fine, I'll meet you outside Woolies at 7.30. How many vampires did I cruelly reject with my all too high standards? If only I had known...