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Dear Diary: Dreaming Is Free

Spring 2000, getting ready to follow The Cure across the USA on their Dream Tour.

I am saving the money for the trip by working several jobs at a time, including a short stint where I train to be a U.S. Census Interviewer in the evenings:

(from the bug's conversation)

"Boy, this is boring!"

"Yeah, but tonight is fifty bucks for doodling!"

My preferred writing exercise is stream-of-consciousness nonsense poems:

With The Main

The lost wreck of time

Is an incandescent fury

Fluttering pell and mell

Underwater glory

Is there a this

A fat hat in the hare

Mary god save us

Not got a care

Jesus jeans and blue collar

Factories puffing smoke

Blue lined prophets

Small down and broke.

Lordy what is this o

What shall we do

When there is no we

No we, no we

I want ta eat my big breakfasts

Holy ranger teenage sneeze

The third world overlooks us

Elder abstract rage

What is this obsession

With the main ?with the main ?with the main?

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Don't ask me what the hell it means.

Jun 13, 2012 12:46:48 PM | Dear Diary

Dear Diary: Oh Unicorn- Keep Me By You!

I made this scrapbook in junior high, assembling my memorabilia from elementary school days.

(that's me on the left as a "New Wave Witch" for Halloween in fifth grade)

The Pretty Pony castle served as home base, but when I traveled with my parents, my favorite Pony (Minty, aka the one with a Shamrock on her butt) came with me in an elaborately decorated shoebox).

There is a section in the scrapbook called "The Future" that contains a dozen blank pages. Maybe I should go and fill them in now?

Jun 8, 2012 1:03:23 PM | Dear Diary

Dear Diary: The Only Way Out Is Forward

My Diary from 1999, when I lived in a 70s Dodge van near the beach in Leucadia, California.

Hello! I'm the owner of the big van parked behind you. I'm in a bit of a bind, because I need to move my van early this evening, but it doesn't have a REVERSE gear. The only way out is forward.

Every collage I made that summer involved images from a fishing catalog that had come to the surf t-shirt shop where I worked. The astronaut card was from a boutique which opened behind the t-shirt shop, run by a psychic from Brazil who liked to brag about smoking pot with with Mazzy Star.

I lived in the van with a dear friend, a healer and artist who also happened to be a former Miss Colorado. We spray painted our names on the side of the van when we moved into it, and we made the tight quarters work by consuming a bottle of red wine every evening as we watched the sunset over the Pacific Ocean. One evening I realized that the band Blondie was a few yards away, watching the sunset with us. I went to grab another bottle of wine, thinking I could break the ice with it, but by the time I got back to the beach, they were gone.

Jun 1, 2012 1:44:50 PM | Dear Diary

Dear Diary: Razamataz

From 1983, third grade:

I caught onto the idea of the locked diary right away- venting about people who Done You Wrong.

Today I found out that Adline (my babysitter) is mean. She said "jealous kids" and I practically whispered "we are not selfish" and she thought that Heather had said it and she said "what did you say to me?" and Heather said "nothing". And Adline said "I thought I heard someone" and Heather said it was me. Adline thought that Heather or whoever it was had said "selfish kids, huh?" So, seeing the look coming to her face, I told her what I had said. And guess what the idiot said? "I do not like back talk, and you've been around here long enough to know that". I wish I could have shouted "I have not!" and killed her about a million times!!!

May 27, 2012 11:24:20 AM | Dear Diary