I used to write in my journal as a teenager, when the world was going to end, which in my teenage opinion was every day. I was dramatic and moody, and thought that my written words would one day change lives like "The Diary of Ann Frank".
Yeah, Riiiight.....
Reading those entries in my journal today are quite comical. Through the eyes of a 36 year old woman, that doesn't have enough time to apply makeup in the morning, or care that her two year old has shoved all the dvd's down the basement stairs....the entries from my 17 year old self are hysterical.
I wish I could go back in time and slap my old self in the face. Scratch that...beat the living crap out her is more like it. My ramblings bordered on unrequieted love in the most saddest and pathetic of scenarios. My heart now goes to my poor x-boyfriends that were stalked and driven to madness by my sad messages left on their answering machines, with Sarah Maclaughin playing in the background.
But still, I am under the illusion that my words are funny and life changing, so here begins...
THE BLOG.
No comments:
Post a Comment