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).
dear eve,
yo homie whats up chuck? so
anyway are you dressing up tomorrow?
please do chic. i am. cece’s wearing that shiny
dress again and i think she’s trying to be different
but nobody even notices her if you know what i mean.
i got a wig yesterday. it’s blonde so my mom bought
me some red dye so I can make it the right color
for my pippi costume tomorrow. oh yeah geoffrey
the giraffe says hello my darling. so I’ll
check you later. with all of my love
cadence
I don’t know if this is the saddest thing I’ll write on here but I can’t remember what I dressed as for Halloween that year. I really can’t. I can remember the year before, I was in a bridal party of the dead with about ten girlfriends, and the year after I was a fairy. But not this particular year… I even checked my old planner, but there was nothing, not a clue. Cadence was Pippi Longstocking. I have absolutely no recollection of Halloween in 1995. I am kind of stunned. I do know that me and my friends participated in a ceremonious final door-to-door trick-or-treating for candy that October (we were way too old at that point, even). Also: The night
may have involved hallucinogens. And alcohol. Fuck. What the hell did I dress up as that year? Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls: Don’t do drugs.
