Go look at yesterday if you want a real journal.
I was just looking through old copy-paste text files, trying to find the "Goob Story" to post on my website. ( I found it ) In the mess of everything I sorted through, I saw some real gems. There are AIM conversations, there are lowbrow posts, there are emails, and of course SG posts of all kinds. I'm a pack rat of online stories. I have the original "Yay! Jenny the Pinup!" conversation, saved IN FULL, on my computer. I have long horny conversations with various boys. I have copies of SG boards posts and groups posts that I figured were worth saving. Here is an example:
"best kiss ever" post 9/20/04
On October 20th, 1996 I went down to Kelly Drive in Philadelphia to join some friends for the AIDS Walk. Specifically, to spend time with a boy. He was fifteen and I was nineteen, and his mother hated me. He had never even kissed a girl before. It was a cloudy day, with just enough chill in the air to make the walk feel good. But we were lazy, and decided to make the walk a little shorter by cutting across the river on the train bridge instead of the Falls Bridge farther up. Our friends got ahead of us, and we were alone on the bridge for a moment. Huge stone bridge, high above the Schuylkill River, under a grey sky moist with drizzle. I kissed him. So soft... fifteen year old boys are so soft. He was a natural, of course. And then the train came. We stayed off to the side, against the wall, kissing as the train rumbled by. The whole bridge trembled, and so did we. Ah, that afternoon was so sweet. We kissed all the way back to the Art Museum. After he left, I went to a concert at the Trocadero with a dreamy smile on my face, marveling at the taste of him. I could taste him when I breathed. I had somehow taken his sweet breath into me. Best kiss ever.
You get the idea. Maybe someday I will publish my memoirs. 
Okay, off to observe a cultural phenomenon.
P.S. Fair warning: if you click on lowbrow.com, be prepared to lose your ENTIRE AFTERNOON.
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