I am tired. I am trying to think of some clever and funny things to tell you about why I am tired, but I’m not coming up with anything….because…..I’m tired. Oh wait, wait, wait…..I figured out something clever and funny….I stayed up really late. I got up really early. Now I’m really tired. How’s that? [...]

….little Cindigo continues on her journey through adolescent hell. Tue. Nov. 8, 1983 Dear Diary, Today I was sick, at least that’s what my mom thought, so she let me stay home. Since I was in bed when she got home, she thinks I’m really, really sick and she said I might stay home tomorrow. [...]

and now, the continuation of the saga of Little C, the diary of an eleven year old malcontent…. Thurs. Aug 4, 1982 Dear Diary, I just got home from seeing Annie. Great movie! I decided what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be either an actor or a dancer. I [...]

I found a diary I wrote in when I was eleven. It is embarrassing and makes me cringe, but, since I’m into that whole cringing sensation…..here you go. Sun. Aug. 1, 1982 Dear Diary, Today I came home from my father’s house. I don’t want my parents to know, but every night I cry in [...]

Today, while sitting at Starbucks in a brown puffy chair, a “crazy” man sat down in the sister chair. I have noticed more than a normal amount of “crazy” people at this particular Starbucks. I have my theories. This Starbucks is located next to a very large community hospital. I’m thinking that many people who [...]

I’m home. I am in my home, surrounded by my things. Actually, I’m at Starbucks in my big, brown puffy chair but, same difference. I had so many things to write before I sat down here. Such important, big things, that seem to have vanished. I’m hypnotized by an oversized American flag waving in the [...]

I am sitting in the middle of the living room floor of a completely empty house. I am waiting for Mr. X to get back from the store with tie down straps for the van. I’m wearing army green cargo pants (I know, so last year) and a black hooded sweatshirt that I’ve worn every [...]