Friday, July 14th, 1995Today is Daddy;s 37th birthday and two weeks ago, my first kiss. I wrote Jon. It was 9 pages long and in the letter I wrote what I felt, like how I loved looking into his eyes, being in his arms. How I loved the slow dances and I thought I'd melt … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Wednesday, July 11th Dear Diary, News Flash!!! On Monday I got mail from Ashley (AC) and ta-dah- Jon!He said he'd write and he did! Wahoo! Yes!! According to his letter he thinks I'm beautiful- I have nice eyes, smile, hair, and personality. He'd really love to see me again and wants my number. nd he … Continue reading Mortification Monday
I'm on vacation in South America right now (Iguazu Falls, holla!) trying not to contract Yellow or Dengue Fever, be attacked by a monkey, or get kidnapped. In honor of my trip, this is my favorite photo of my first trip to Italy in 2001.
Saturday, July 8 Dear Diary, My sister found or actually saw Jon's name and the word kiss in here. Yikes! I told her a little lie to cover it up. Last night at 10:30 was the 1 week anniversary of my first kiss. Which was real. I got mail today. A postcard from Val and … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Perfect c. 4/1/98 The girl you thought was perfect and on top of the world has fallen off her post Now ragged and in tears jumbled up fears she's like a a ghost she vanishes from time to time her "perfect" body's been denied of love Is she really falling apart? Could it be she … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
Today's throwback Thursday post is dedicated to Kristina on her birthday. Simmons College, 2004 wearing identical WOSP Osprey Radio shirts.
God this is embarrassing. I hope that Jon doesn't remember me and never finds this blog. Thursday, July 6thDear Diary,I miss Jon. I'm in love with him. Almost everything I think about or song I hear, I remember and think of him. I can't really picture his face but looking into his eyes. I mean we danced … Continue reading Mortification Monday
Skeleton Girl c. 1997 Skeleton girl by the pay phone who calls you? Is it your stung out lover? Is it your mother? It's not like you'll go very far except in the backseat of a car Skeleton girl by the pay phone The call's for you. Notes: This sounds like I ripped off … Continue reading Bad Poetry Friday
2004 at at quarry in New Hampshire. I think. I'm really glad I was able to move on from that unfortunate hair and those awful sunglasses.