I am already cringing over here. I haven't typed a word yet, and I'm already uncomfortable. This probably means you are about to really enjoy yourselves at my expense.
I destroyed any diaries I kept years ago, but I do have a copy of a few letters I sent to my sister twenty years ago. I'm not 100% sure what we're going to get. So, why don't you play it safe and set that beverage or snack down (it's really for your own good) and let's jump in and see what happens:
FYI: I was 18, living in Vegas and a senior in high school. If I need to explain anything else I'll add a note in RED.
January 11, 1989
It is I, Count Vicula (I thought it was funny), writing to you from Las Vegas. I'm sitting in first hour. (isn't THAT amazing?)
(Apparently I was forced to DO something in class...like pay attention. I wonder why I even bothered with those two lines?)
I'm at home now. The red pen died today. Oh, don't worry - it was quite painless. Oh guess what I have done? I have won a month's supply (four cases) of Pepsi (again). This is the third time I've won it...that makes a grand total of 288 cans. Plus, the time I got 3 cases for $5...That brings us to a total of 360 cans. Plus I've won (these are albums--like vinyl--in case you're wondering): Grinning Plowmen, a Back-to-School Cassampler, Go Betweens, Chicago 19... (Anita Baker too, but I never got the call to go pick it up). Geez, am I good or what? I'm tuned to 91 (the college station) -- MY station -- now in hopes of winning another album.
Nothing much is up right now I have a job if I can get down and get my health card. Now don't laugh at me, okay? I really tried to stay away from fast food. But anyway - no one wants to hire you without experience...so I'm goin to be a happy McDonald's person for awhile until I can gather enough "experience" that someone else will take me. But shhhh! No one else knows but Daddy.
(Oh God, I really ought to censor this next part, I'm BLUSHING and I haven't even typed it yet. You guys SO OWE me for this level of honesty...)
Other than that, my life is pretty dull. it's been 454 hours since I've been kissed (there! I said it) (Don't know why I keep track). That dates back to Christmas Eve. But please don't ask questions cuz that was a disaster! Nobody in the house knows about it cuz Mom is just getting out of a very suspicious phase and if I'd told her about it she wouldn't have let me out of the house for 3 years. (Yes, I used to keep track of the hours between kisses and sometimes the number was REALLY high. I HONESTLY don't remember who this was...unless it was the guy I mention next...keep reading.)
My poor social life has been pretty much PITTSVILLE since I broke up with my turd (oops, excuse me...Michael) I'm not a hermit but my life could use a boost. There has been a Jeff...a Doug...an Andy...and another Jeff whom we will NOT discuss. He's turd #2 now.
(I vaguely remember Michael...real name George and I'm wondering if the disaster is what I think it is...a post for another day. I don't remember Jeff or Doug...unless Doug was my friend's cousin. I DO remember Andy...a totally hot cowboy originally from Nebraska...pity that didn't go anywhere. The second Jeff was the circus man from THIS story which was concluded HERE definitely earned the turd title)
(DELETED SECTION, just 'how are you kinda stuff...ie boring)
(REDACTED section after that...sorry, don't want to start a family feud. Some was a little catty, even if it was true. Wasn't funny anyhow, especially since you don't know any of the family members I was dishing on)
(aka Count Vicula)
I talked to a DJ last night for an hour! I tried to let him go, but he wanted to chat. So we did. He's got a great voice! He told me to call him again s-time so we could talk more. DJ-itis is comin' back!
(Not sure which one this was. I talked to all of them at one point or another. I think it might have been this cool guy from the college station. Scott Free...not his real name, but even that is another story!)