Megan McCafferty

May 16th, 1997

Wednesday, May 16th, 2007

So I’m only on page 23 of Reviving Ophelia and I’ve got it in my head that I should write an intelligent, funny, and dead-on accurate portrayal of teenagerdom. That’s what I know.

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April 16th, 1997

Monday, April 16th, 2007

Tonight as I waited for the R train at the 14th Street station, I watched in fear as a drunk/drugged Latino man calmly told everyone within earshot that he was going to jump in front of the train when it arrived.

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August 19th, 1997

Saturday, August 19th, 2006

Tonight I threw away my last two River Phoenix articles and kept four cards written by C three years ago. I organized my 401(k) forms, bank statements and payroll receipts. I chucked any Christmas wishes from people I don’t speak to anymore.

I think I’m growing up.

July 26th, 1997

Wednesday, July 26th, 2006

Now that I’m engaged, I’m having difficulty with the name thing.

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July 21st, 1997

Friday, July 21st, 2006

I just finished weeding through the moldy velvet interior jewelry box that I kept my important letters and stuff in elementary school.

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June 14th, 1997

Wednesday, June 14th, 2006

I’m on the train. I escaped Friday the 13th unscathed.

WHAT TRENTON MAKES
THE WORLD TAKES

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May 27th, 1997

Saturday, May 27th, 2006

“What’s a Powerfest without a Miss Hot Rd Bikini Contest?”

I hope I never know.

Mon and I made it back to Brooklyn from Pensacola with nary a plane crash or any other manifestation of my “something horrible is bound to happen” fears.

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November 28th, 1997

Monday, November 28th, 2005

A homeless man carrying a cardboard sign:
“Will dance for money.”

I’ll dance for tequila. Or…after.

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