Diary Thursdays - Picture Day

So, I don’t actually have a diary post to put up this week because I’m in my hometown of Berkeley. And my thirteen-year-old journal is back in Brooklyn. I could go through my dad’s attic and find some of my other journals, but I doubt their contents can compare to the wisdom of a thirteen-year-old.

BUT, since I’ve been home, my dad and I have been able to locate some great photos from that time period. Including this one, where I’m actually wearing the fluorescent, splatter-dash crop top mentioned in this post. And apparently no pants. Pants were so uncool in 1989.