Handwritten on the jacket of a journal[black for use with gel pens]:

“Happy 13th Sinead! We hope you like this book. You’ll be famous someday! So do it up right! Love ya, ‘Family members‘“

I’ve written in diaries and journals - online and old school since I was eight years old. I remember writing quite frequently about my neighbor whom I was convinced killed people[trust me it wouldn’t of been that surprising in my neighborhood] at nine. And shit I was all over greatest journal and than live journal in high school.

My parents are moving and thus trying to get rid of any stuff I have at their house. They recently dropped off a load of my yearbooks, cds, artwork and diaries. Been going through it. Shaking my head at the awful demo cds from local bands and laughing at how Plain White Tees hit it big. For some weird reason I kept my Marine Biology Journal from science. I must of been real proud of my manatee research at the time. I just found my original Living in America CD - I remember no one in Mahopac knew about the Sounds and I fucking loved them. I come to NYC and everyone does. Fuck man - I’m so nostalgic right now I’m listening to Saves the Day. Don’t hate. Don’t hate.

Looking back at my art work…I was a weird fucking kid. I mean people think I’m a little weird now but I’ve softened up a bit. I just found a half drawing half collage involving a elderly man praying over his sick wife while she holds a gun. I think this is why kids shouldn’t listen to hardcore. Also the Unicorn painting was pretty weird too. You can’t tell in the picture but in real life the jelly drip is 3D.

Getting back where I started though my diaries are pretty interesting. I wrote about wanting to get laid and getting laid in a way that makes me realize I’m just as horny now as I was the day my mom walked in Joes dick in me. Or that time when I let my girlfriend video tap my boy and I fucking and than giggled as she showed our friends in art class. I had a pretty rough time in high school minus the fun I had getting laid and smoking mad weed. I wasn’t well liked[I got in trouble for being a lesbian and was warned that I needed to overt my glances at a girl….bitch wasn’t even my type], and had something a bit rougher than your normal teen angst.

Anyways some of my diary entries are interesting and I think I might start posting them. At the very least they’re better than the shit book ‘Dear Diary.‘ I also think I should post the awfully wonderfully melodramatic mix I made in high school with my pal Kevin called ‘Songs for Suicidal Tendancies Vol. 1.’ I belive there is a second.