analog instant messages
you have found my collection of passed
notes from the 90s, welcome.
spanning from the beginning of 1995 to junior year of high school in 1998, a note, reproduced verbatim from the original with the
exception of all names, is posted to this blog in the order I'd received it. each post contains one note, and a brief narration of the back story as best I can remember it.
there will also be, from time to time, relevant
photos,
songs,
videos,
links,
objects,
quotes,
diaries,
poems, and other
ephemera (all admittedly
completely self-indulgent and wince-inducing).
Hey Eve,
I’m sorry I haven’t been able to write. I miss
you man.
So what’s goin w/ you + Jim.
Have you heard from him lately?
I don’t know who I like. Well I have some
ideas, but I’m not gonna write it right now b/c there
are some wondering eyes right now. So wut’ve you
been up to?
Me – oh nothing just smoking, tokin and
comtemplating murder.
Last year some shit went on in my house that
was pretty drastic and then it got better and now its
startin again and I don’t know if I can take it one
more time.
I don’t know if I told you or not. If I didn’t
then Cadence + Primo are the only ones that know
like in this world or sumthin.
I don’t think I told you cos we weren’t really
friends at the time. So how’s your home/friends life.
Mine just usually sucks and there’s no change.
I wish this whole planet would explode and
wipe out every person.
Oh this piece of shit planet.
That would be awesome. Then I wouldn’t
have to worry about suicide.
Oh hold up I’m scopin out a hottie…
… Damn!
Anyways – I miss you, Cadence, Jarrett,
Stephen, etc. so much its like I have this big empty
space in me. And another person I really miss is…
I don’t want to write it cos I’ve had bad luck with
notes lately. But you probably could guess who he is.
Oh ya I also miss chillin with Dave. I don’t know
why but I do. I wish it was last year again so I could
change things. Well I gotta go now. W/B
Jackie
P.S. where’s the notebook?
Like many high school girls in pre-text message times, Jackie and I had marble composition notebooks we used to fill up over days at a time, and then pass back and forth to each other. I have no idea where a single one of them wound up… but hope that they will continue to never resurface. I can’t even imagine what a horror our lovelorn juvie melodramas would be, spilled out over all those pages at length.
