Dear Diary #1.
Actual diary entry of mine from TEN YEARS AGO TODAY:'I just had this insane real-life KIDS experience with all these pro skaters and this one...girl...a playboy model; she was a girlfriend with a mobile phone and INSANE legs (insane insane insane...Chris the absent friend has made me highly aware of my overuse of that word) and she was just chillin with these two...man, they were so fucked up, these two slurring drunken skateboard fools.
I think the whole experience kinda depressed me. Basically because I realise how many hard knocks b-grrrl is going to receive along the way - some of these fucking arsehole skaters couldn't care less. I was propped on the bed like a fucking ornament, ignored almost to the point of rudeness. I was relieved when Sass and Mike came back up to the hotel room and saved me.'
Reading group questions for your consideration:
- Does the author believe herself to be Amerikano? How do you find her use of 'street slang'?
- How do you feel about her nineteen year-old self co-managing a lady skatewear label/movement and creatively mispelling the word 'girl'?
- Was there secksing involved with the skaters and model do you suppose? What about with the mysterious 'Sass and Mike'?
- Should the author be embarrassed by this particular diary entry? Why?
- How does one prop on the bed 'like a fucking ornament'?
- Do you think the author was merely irritated by not being the center of attention?
- Do you find it adorable and old-school that mobile phones were so rare 'back then' they warranted a diary mention?
- Which do you find more disturbing - that the author spent her time 'chillin' with pro-skaters in hotels back in 1996 or that she CANNOT FOR THE LIFE OF HER RECALL THIS INCIDENT?
Old diaries are scary.
648 days til the next election.
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Whoa, too many questions. We ask them of you, remember. I don't think we can all cope with it the other way around.
That said, I was most amused by this diary entry. But I'm sure there are plenty of diary entries that would seen totally unknown to you now.
In fact, I bet it wasn't even you who wrote it.
PS - Does this mean you keep everything? Including, say, letters that some poor misguided fool may have given you back in the day? Because, um, it would be uncool to post that sort of thing here, I reckon.
you hung out with a playboy model who owned a MOBILE PHONE?
bitchin'!
Oh yeah, man. I kick it playboy-stylee.
p.s. You don't have to answer those questions. They are just reading group discussion points.
i've already sent the questions to my reading group so they can all prepare for the discussion next time we meet.
i might send them to my quilting bee as well, just for kicks.
* an instant favourite RYWHM entry!
* ach, don't be so hard on your old self. Cool in the nineties was like that.
And you seemed so cool back then, if only I'd have known.
I used to be the 'look-out' girl for (I'm sure) that same fuckin arsehole skater crew when they went 'piecing' (ie writing shitty tags).
How '90s Puberty Blues is that?
*goes off to dig out old diary from ten years ago*
We could so compare notes.
Woah, no way! Excellent! Weren't we all chillin' wit' pro-skaters and playboy hos in da mid 90s? Bogus they dissed you though! Catch you later!
K'rad!
"I was propped on the bed like a fucking ornament"
You were so west-coast stylin' and you don't even know it - being propped (ie be receiver of 'props') is good.
I'm not sure the 'props' an ornament gets are that great, however if I saw a 'fucking ornament' (and it wasn't a buck/hens night chocolate penis & incense holder) I would have given it 'INSANE props'.
This is what would happen if J.D.Salinger, Adrian Mole, Hugh Heffner and Snoop Dogg collaborated for a day.
Props!
Now there's a swingers party I'd pay to see.
I have deeply embarrassing diaries dating back to 1987. I may yet again delve for blog purposes.
Sass and Mike were less mysterious then than they are now... could it really have been so long ago??
/me slaps fits upside the head with a trout
You were young, things were different and there was a war on. It changes everything.
As for why you can't remember it, Fits, I can barely recall who I met 10 days ago thanks to encrouching alcoholism. Someone retold a funny anecdote about me meeting Geoff Rush a few years back that – as I realised at the time – I recall more from hearing people retell it than I do from the actual experience.
re J.D. snoop & co... can i get a ticket too?
mmm 10 yrs. i was an 18 yr old laying on a rock by a waterfall in remote north qld.
there was no diary thankfully. that would be embarrassing.
now we do it public style. and I for one shudder to think.
x
If you don't remember your life as written in your diary then you have been abducted by aliens and replaced by a pod-person.
Fits, not to worry, you were b-ing and still are all that and a box of crackerjacks. x
Wicked! I only just saw Kids like totally 4 days ago. I know, I know, INSANE! It is a huge relief to me too, to now be able to say that I know what you are talking about. AWESOME!
10 years ago, hmmm... I was twelve, oh. I think I was hanging outside the milkbar with my mountain bike wishing I had a pair of roller blades to take to Rollerskate City so I could speed skate. Hanson hadn't quite arrived yet so there was also still plenty of time to build tree houses in the SEC easement.
January 30, 1996.
'Dear Diary,
'Had the chance to score bigtime tonight, Larry Clarke style, with a couple of drunk skaters and their molls. But the whole thing was ruined by one of the molls, some twelve-year-old Punky Brewster look-alike, who stole all the pillows, propped herself up in the middle of the bed and then just sat there with her face buried in a copy of The Fountainhead until her friends turned up. At one point, when I queried her taste in literature, she barked "Ayn Rand fuckin' rocks!" and threatened to kick me in the nuts. Left with the "Playboy model" who turned out to be a guy, so evening not totally wasted.'
Hahahahahaha!
Brilliant, Bucky - just brilliant!
Well done.
YO YO YO...
I am here to solve this f'ing mystery. You know why, I was there! I am the mike of the mike and sass. Are you talking about the time we were hanging out with steve berra, jeff taylor, ellis (can't remember his name) and some other peeps? If i recall correctly steve berra was just kicked off of the tour (for whatever shoe company he was skating for) and acting like a baby. We went back to his room and rocked out the mini bar and ordered every porno available to run up the companies bill (which was done on the request of steve).
Anyhow, I don't even know if you'll see this, but how the F are you???
hit me up, you got my address. the city zen one...
PEACE!
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