Best things ever
Hello! I have the weekend looming before me, I have wine, my child has been sleeping with minimum protest and for hours, and earlier this evening I was thoroughly offensively_mangoed so I am full of Glee and GoodWill for all menkind that comes from laughing like a fool for ages.
And to further glee I shall reproduce some of my favourite things:
Favourite comment left on my journal
An anonymous comment left on a journal entry ages ago in which I compared my son to a ho on account of being 'free and easy with his smiles'. The comment read: "I find this demeaning to both women and children" which I am so in love with that I've been tempted to make my journal title ever since. I always felt it deserved a wider audience, and was gutted when it was deleted a couple of days after it was made.
Favourite Angst
I have also unearthed my first ever proper diary (spanning ages 13-17, the Deepest Angst years) and that thing has been keeping me amused ever since. There is hardly a page in there that is not in some way a goldmine.
The bit which made Angel and me laugh the hardest is the first entry (July 1st 1993) in which I am "standing in front of a mirror trying to assure myself I am not a total failure after all" and critically assessing all my features including: "My lips are okay, I guess, I hope. I've got two sets of ugly teeth"
And while this diary contains much excellent material including Songs and Poetry and Teenage Drawings, and Creative Swearing ("damn damn and damn again! Double damn them all!") I keep coming back to the succinctness of my November 28 1993 entry which reads:
"When she is angry, my mother looks like a monkey".
Poll teenage diary friday
And to further glee I shall reproduce some of my favourite things:
Favourite comment left on my journal
An anonymous comment left on a journal entry ages ago in which I compared my son to a ho on account of being 'free and easy with his smiles'. The comment read: "I find this demeaning to both women and children" which I am so in love with that I've been tempted to make my journal title ever since. I always felt it deserved a wider audience, and was gutted when it was deleted a couple of days after it was made.
Favourite Angst
I have also unearthed my first ever proper diary (spanning ages 13-17, the Deepest Angst years) and that thing has been keeping me amused ever since. There is hardly a page in there that is not in some way a goldmine.
The bit which made Angel and me laugh the hardest is the first entry (July 1st 1993) in which I am "standing in front of a mirror trying to assure myself I am not a total failure after all" and critically assessing all my features including: "My lips are okay, I guess, I hope. I've got two sets of ugly teeth"
And while this diary contains much excellent material including Songs and Poetry and Teenage Drawings, and Creative Swearing ("damn damn and damn again! Double damn them all!") I keep coming back to the succinctness of my November 28 1993 entry which reads:
"When she is angry, my mother looks like a monkey".
Poll teenage diary friday