Here are some of the volumes that I mine for "Dear Diary" material. These are all the best-looking ones. Most of the others are just marble notebooks with weird scrawlings on them that even I can't read.
Last night was Halloween but I didn’t do anything. I stayed home to give out candy but nobody really came to our door. Supposedly there was a fight at Barry Lane, and Ally and Julie went and Marcie and Wendy were there too but I guess I feel like...
I got a phone call tonight from this guy who says his name is Tom Nasp and he told me I was on the guest list for a Beastie Boys private party at the Palladium this Saturday night!
On Thursday I went to the Thanksgiving Day Parade with Steve, Jamie, and Alex. Boyz II Men KISSED ME!
Hi! At Hebrew Marcie told me she was going to Florida for Christmas vacation. She asked her mom if I could go with them.
I know that everyone hates me because someone put a note in my locker saying the worst, meanest things I have ever heard.
I don't even want to try to write for the "Open Your Eyes and See" essay contest. I know I won't win so why should I even fucking bother?
I'm in Long Island once again. Tonight for some strange reason I feel like getting on the train.
Just got back from Fugazi. Saw Cliff. Saw John. Saw Tyler. Talked to Bobby a lot. Saw Antonio. Antonio… his name just rolls off my tongue like Italian ices in 90-degree heat.
Lesley Arfin lists the people she hated in 1992.
I have to tell you something really weird! WAR has broke out. My friends and I are turning into hippies and having protests. Well, kind of, but this is NO JOKE.