The diary was Renee's idea. She ran across it last week and decided on the spot that it was time for me to start writing things down. That evening over dinner she made such a solemn ceremony out of giving it to me that I felt like Moses on Mount Sinai. Since then so help me she hasn't stopped peeping at me sideways, watching my every move, waiting breathlessly for the muse to strike.
I probably shouldn't start until my period is over, just to keep the pissing and moaning to a minimum, but Renee says that's exactly the time I should be writing. Some journal expert she saw on
Oprah says all the important stuff happens while you're feeling like a piece of shit; you just don't realise it until later.
Maybe the Moon
Armistead Maupin
1992
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My mother's generation almost all kept diarys as children. Sadly only one aunt kept it up as an adult. It is really hard to read, her writing is very small and it is all day to day stuff only worthy of facebook.
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