My So-Called Early Twenties

Recently I found an online diary that I kept when I was twenty and reading it after all these years was truly a harrowing experience. Was I really that shallow? Was I really that immature? All I appeared to care about was what boy did or did not pay me attention. My experiences are like a bad episode of My So-Called Life, except that I was six years older than Claire Danes and had less of an excuse for my awkardness. I was going to post a link to the diary, but some of the entries are just too embarassing. Sorry. Here are some highlights though. I especially like the first one.

"Thankfully I didn't do anybody last night, I just went to Dorothy's and passed out in the spare bedroom while she did Brad in the next room."

"Yet another person told me that I looked like Brittney Spears. I asked the guy what it was about me that reminded him of her and he told me it was the sexual magnitude in my eyes."

"I am a little bitter because I managed to get right along the edge of the stage and Vanilla Ice did not choose me to dance on stage."

"Well I got arrested last night. I had myself a little brush with the law. "

"Her stories involved road sex, ass sex, sex with an ice cream scoop. My god."

I was a classy dame indeed.