1998-1999: Kinda shitty!
I just stumbled on a diary I kept in the late 90s. Here are some excerpts:
I got a Nintendo last week which was yet another in a hugely long line of bad ideas.
Applebee’s: I’ve never been to one of these — and yet I have. Basically Chili’s.
This party was a wholly miserable experience because of all the Web people.
Bart wasn’t there, sadly, but I saw his redecoration of my room, complete with a spinning disco ball, rave lights, portrait of Clint Eastwood, and a whip on the wall that he evidently uses as a jump rope first thing in the morning.
I do think she’s attractive, except for her freaky-ass teeth which kind of make my skin crawl.
I look terrible but this sweater helps things out.
At some WebTV party I got lit and put my arms around big, Amazonian Noelle and kissed her on the cheek and then went over and found her boyfriend Ryan and admitted it.
I watched Fargo today and for some reason it made me burst into tears.
I bought a scented tree thing for my car to cover up the vomit smell and now it smells like horrid perfume, not “Outdoor Breeze” at all!
I just got back from seeing The Phantom Menace, and goodness did it upset me.
