Entry 4: Read September 28

July 1

I got a promotion!
I got a promotion!
I got a promotion!

That's right, me!

I am no longer a teller, I am now a personal banker. Just a fancy term for cool chick who helps you get a loan for your car or helps you open a CD and stuff like that I even get to start learning some of the mortgage and finance stuff!

I'm really excited to be doing something new and get to learn and it's super cool that my boss thinks I'm doing a good job. My mom said it was a step forward and to learn all I can. I've been thinking about going to get my real estate licence lisence liscence license but I don't know if that's what I really want to do. So I'll get to kind of try parts of it out (sort of) with the housing stuff and get a better idea. I left a message for Dad too but he hasn't called me back. I bet he'll be excited too. He's always asking me what I plan to do with my degree.

Why do you want to study Sociology sport? Study law like your dad. I think he was afraid I'd end up a teacher like my mom. She likes being at the same school with new six year olds every year and doesn't care about the money. It was really hard watching her struggle after she and my dad split up. Teaching kindergarten doesn't make you a millionare. I have to get dressed, I'm/We're going out tonight!!!!!

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Entry 3: Read September 27

June 25

My family is not amking my life any more fun right now. They are the reason therapy is such a big business.

My family is crazy, and I know everyone's family is crazy but mine is all of a sudden a special kind of crazy, fancy crazy, crazy with hot sauce! It's almost like people get married just so they can get divorced and then annoy their children by fighting with each other and pushing their new girlfriends in front of your face. Idiot.

Mom's okay, I mean not as much of a crazy person as Dad. As far as the dating thing goes. Instead she just constantly reminds me of how single I am. When she bitches about my father and his new girlfriend "Well your father and his new tart." or "Your father and that bubblehead" I try to change the subject. That leads to the when are you going to meet someone nice? THANKS MOM BUT I DON'T NEED A REMINDER!!!

So my dad has this new girlfriend who's only like ten years older than me. And I know that it could be worse. She could be the same age, gross. But now she keeps showing up everywhere. He took me to lunch for my birthday and she showed up halfway through. She's nice enough, but she baby talks. Seriously, a grown woman baby talking.

Awwww, how does it feel to be a grown up now?

She sings every sentence. I hate it. He seems to like her. So fine dad, have fun. Just please don't marry her.

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Entry 2: Read September 26

June 18

Okay, I'm 25 and not in control of my life. So now I'm thinking maybe Julie got me this journal for a reason and the reason is um. Okay so I don't know what the reason is yet but I guess I'll write and find out. And now I can bitch and not feel like everybody's judging me. No one wants to hang out with the sad girl or the always complaining girl an no guy wants to date her.

Kim tries to help and I love her for trying but I just want to be cranky and hate life right now or something. She's really enjoying this online dating crap and trying to get me to do it. Dude, I meet enough creeps just working at the bank everyday. I don't really need to meet the cyber creeps.

She's just lucky and I'm not. She met this gorgeous artist guy who is like that scene in the movie where the man of your dreams walks through the door with the hair and the he's a sculptor which is so hot but how much fun would it really be? I'll bet he's fantastic in bed though. She hasn't slept with him yet.

Awesome. Now I'm living vicariously through my roommate and making up fantasies about the guy she went out to dinner with once. Sweet. Maybe if I were always the most popular girl in the room with the megawatt smile and the legs up to here I'd meet the hot internet dates too. Maybe there's a magic pill to get legs like that.

Seriously though, I know I'm not a dog face or whatever but I'm short with brown hair just like everyone else and not like Kim!!!

Maybe some magic boyfriend will come into the bank and will say Who's that teller over there? She has such a sadness in her eyes. Someone should take her to dinner." Dun-dun-da-dah! At least I make myself laugh.

I should stop comparing myself to Kim. At least I should stop living vicariously through her dates. Am I ready to let the internet fix my love life?

NO.

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Entry 1: Read September 25

June 12,

I feel silly doing this. I mean who keeps a diary anymore? I don't even know how to go about doing this. Do I just write "Dear Diary, today it was sunny and I had a latte with Kim and went to work. There was chicken salad for lunch and it was good. And then, and then, and then." I know writing is a good source of release or something or other. I got this journal for my birthday from Julie. I guess she must have thought I'd have tons to say cuz she keeps asking me if I've used it yet and if I like it and it'll be fun to go back and look at it later and make fun of myself for being such an idiot. People who talk to themselves get locked up. Is it the same for people who write to themselves?

My life sucks right now. Am I supposed to fill up these pages with a giant pity party? Oh look, I'm feeling sorry for myself again, how fun! I think it was this stupid birthday shit that sent me into a case of the blues. I'm 25 and this shouldn't depress me, but it does. What do I have to show for it? I've got a college degree, is fairly useless since a monkey could do my job. Assuming you taught the monkey to count. Whatever.

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What is the Infamous Diary?

Slacker and Steve found this diary and are reading an entry a day on air since September 25th. I've created this page to follow the progress of the diary. I'll transcribe the pages as they become available (Slacker and Steve are scanning the pages they read daily) and open them up for commentary and discussion here. All grammatical and misspellings are her error not mine. There may be typos or cases where her handwriting was so atrocious I had to take a guess at the intended letter. Those errors are mine and I am happy to correct them if you want to take a minute to point them out.

Whose diary is it? What's her name? No one knows. Slacker and Steve are hoping that the rightful owner will come forward and claim the diary. They've had several young women claim to be the owner, but no one yet willing to provide a writing sample as proof. Until she comes forward they'll keep reading and I'll keep posting.

One more note of warning.......

The original diary pages have Post-It^TM notes covering words not suitable for radio. I'm not bound by the FCC or any other organization so I've gone ahead and spelled out those dirty little words. They're not too frequent, but I think they make a point, so until someone tells me I have to stop, I'm posting them as is.