A bunch of loosers (sic).
by marinashifrin
In the second installment of The Dear Diaries I bitch about my mom not letting me go to the mall and discuss a raunchy dream I had. I have yet to master how to properly spell “tired”.
Dear Marina,
Eventually mom does let you go to the mall. It’s not your scene; too many people are happy. She was right not to let you go, but you never tell her. You continue going until you get your license — then it’s easier to lie about where you are.
That dream is truly “cool”. Hot guys? No way! Well, just to bring you up to speed, you go through a phase — in New York — where you date really “hot” guys. It turns out the hotter the guy, the duller the dude. Stick with the “loosers” they’re more interesting and attentive. I’m out.
Love,
Marina Shifrin
MARINAvsWriting 
I dig this series! It’s hilarious!! Keep it up…
I’m out
I love that you noted what BRB meant. LOL
[…] the fourth installment of The Dear Diaries I still struggle with the spelling of tired and find a way to ensure neither of my metaphorical children will ever […]
Dear Marina,
Don’t pay attention to people who tell you the hot guys are not worth it. Go for them and if they are not worth it, you will find out. It’s something you either discover on your own or will haunt you forever. Like the truth about Santa Claus: It was better to know and be upset for a short while.
Reading you made me remember about Jonathan Livingston Seagull, a book I enjoyed as much as reading your life.
I must re-read it now after 20 years on not doing it.