Girly-Blog

So, i've been packing up my crap for the past couple weeks preparing to move to Atlanta, and, as anyone who has ever relocated will tell you, it's kind of a drag. Packing box after box is tedious, but worse than that is the inevitable detritus of your old selves--journals, old letters, old resumes, etc., all of which seem to bring up the same vaguely queasy feeling and general air of "ugh."

Well, there was one highlight that I had to share, because it made all this emotional turmoil worth it. It was a small, flowery journal with the dates "'85-'86" and on the first page, in large, bubble letters, I had scrawled earnestly, "This diary is dedicated to WHAM!"