Not-So-Innocent Seven-Year-Old
On the top of a neglected bookshelf, I came across a journal that I kept back in 1994.
I skimmed through it and then came upon the most fascinating, part-humiliating, part-amusing entry I've read of mine in a looong time. I don't even remember writing it.
A few months before turning seven, I had a list of celebrities I "would love to shag". Shag. Who ( Read more... )
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My mother just recently invaded my diary of when I was 16 years old, and it was uncensored, etc. She also read my journal when I was 8. If I had written (and thought!) like you did when I was 8, the most recent catastrophe of mine would never have happened!
Btw, what a coincidence. Right when you tagged Illiterati about it closing down, I was at the process of opening it up again. I miss you, glad we found each other's ventilation systems again ;)
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