dear diary
dear diary,
just writing those words makes me laugh. i have ALL of my diaries from the time i was seven when i was given one with a lock on it as a birthday present. the entries in that one are pretty awesome:
"dear diary,
today was dumb.
i have a stomach ache.
love, nina
p.s i love scott baio."
or:
dear diary,
i love scott so much. i hope i dream about him tonight.
love, nina
p.s. i kissed my cup
okay, that last p.s needs some explanation. i decided that it would be cool to be a witch, with magic powers, and so i believed (or pretended to believe) that if i kissed a tiny little tea-cup from my dollhouse every night before i went to sleep, that i would re-charge my powers.
then, a little later on in life, maybe at age 10, i have some great diary entries about the TV shows i was watching. you know, like, "hi. i'm watching laverne and shirley now. it's pretty good." or "i really wish i could have jordache jeans, but my mom won't let me have them. and i really want clogs but my mom won't let me have them."
so hopefully i will be able to deliver some really excellent diary moments like those for you guys in the future. stay tuned.
xoxo nina
