I thought I would bring you my diariy from December 1988. And I have actually sat here and typed out the first entry - Lisa's Twenty-First party,
But I decided not to publish it.
It is really, really bad. I mean really bad. I was twenty, almost twenty one. You would have thought that by then I would have got over teen angst.
Ha! Think again.
Suffice to say that in reading (and typing) it I was cringing with embarrassment. I actually am no obligation to publish my account of that debacle.
The sad thing is that obsessive compulsive behaviour repeated all through my twenties.
And thirties, too,
