The Diary Project

[March, 1995] Drunk on Life… and Midori

3/18/95 Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day, a holiday where huge amounts of drinking goes on. I’m home from Claudia’s house and still a tiny bit groggy, as I always am the morning after sleeping over. I told her all bets are off and no one has dib

[March, 1995] closer (further away)

3/15/95   The song I’ve been identifying with today is “past the mission” except maybe not as much the chorus. The second verse especially. I keep spacing out when I should be doing productive shit. Darby and I are going to start a poetry ‘z

[March, 1995] You Look Like Such a Freak

3/8/95 I got the strangest phone call today. The phone rings. “Hello.” “Hi, can I speak to Damiella?” “Speaking, who’s this?” “This is Neil’s girlfriend.” Then the girl goes off on this thing how she’s seen me hanging out with h