Dear Journal, Happy belated Halloween! I’d tell you about last night but there’s more important stuff. Okay, the first thing is someth what happened in reading. K I gotta go back–a few weeks ago I read an article in cosmo girl about istening to the voi your concience. Its when you get a feeling you should do … More Listening to My Concience. November 1, 2002.
Dear Journal, I usually don’t do this but I have to write about a dream I had. K here goes. Me + Craig are in Jane + Harry’s house (I think) and we’re just walking. Then he touches my chin + kisses me very lightly. Then he gives me a kiss on my cheek. I … More Allison Has a Sex Dream. October 29, ’02.
Dear Journal, OMG, Mike T. SHIT HIS PANTS today! I guess on the bus he was trying to fart + um he tried a little too hard. Oh gosh, everyone was talking about it. Well there’s really nothing else to say about that since its got me a bit speachless, but w/e I still love … More Anxiety in its Most Vicious Form. October 28, ’02.
Dear Journal, Friday was awesome! Craig didn’t go to Factory of Terror but he came to watch the movie after. So fun. Well, in FOT I was like all alone in the front cuz people were pushing me! Ugh I wish Craig went, he would’ve walked w/ me even if he was scared stiff lol. … More “I loved the way he looked @ me.” October 27, ’02.
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