and a woman i worked with
a few years later told me
she'd lived through it,
down 90 flights of smokedark stairs
only to slip on a patch of ice
once she got outside and 3
newscrews were immediately there
with cameras in her face
asking how she felt...

My mom called me a lot and talked too much. She couldn't help herself. That was just her way.

I talked to my next door neighbor. We established a friendship. He was a massage student and wanted to practice on me. I said yes.

I worked for a start-up game company owned by one of the early Microsoft millionaires. She had two kids and hired me to be their nanny for two weeks because I didn't have that many other projects right then. I taught them how to braid hair and make chocolate banana smoothies. She said I could work at the games company as long as I wanted to but I quit after a while because I got a supervisor who was a personal jerk and would always look at my breasts and micromanage me. The company eventually went out of business.

My parents got back together after being divorced ( and married to other people at times) for over 15 years.

Attending school in New Brunswick, New Jersey between 1993 and 1997, my fellow oarsmen and I would partake in the weekly drunken ritual of bushdiving. We would stalk unsuspecting bushes into the wee hours of Saturday and Sunday mornings and, with flying leaps, pounce upon them. Point were given on height and style.

the most interesting thing about the 90's i have to say seems to be that in remembering it now everyone does a lot of screaming an d yelling about things they probably never ever did in the real 1990s but i guess that's what remembering things is about, you know, remembering all the things you have never ever done and then trying to do them.

The 90's. Sadly, I remember a bit of junior high. A lot of high school. Lots of college. Some dancing, lots of laughing, lots of sex. The nineties were a collaboration of the previous century... the best and the worst of that century. But I think a good time was had by all.

Summer '92, i bought a brand new '93 4-door Saturn, bank approved. One night, drove it home so drunk from my job, leaning on the horn, slaloming across 4 lanes of traffic, 2 on-coming, all of them empty, both of us laughing.

i started dating this boy and then once, this friend of his asked if she could please kiss him. i wanted to punch her in the face which would have been stupid and i wanted him to say, no i'm not interested in kissing you but thanks, which he didn't say. so i said, i think if he wanted to kiss you he would have done so some time ago. and then i left his birthday party.

I got married in 1997 to a man from another country. We had to get a blood test to get married. He said "They took my bloody. I want it back." We lived in a room in a house with a woman. She got mad because my husband dropped sausage and salad on the floor. On our wedding night we went on a trip to the coast (the ocean), he got high on pot and drank a lot and fell asleep. We took a hot tub and watched TV. He said "You are a sexual maniac." because I expressed appreciation for male TV stars. I had doubts about our marriage because he fell asleep without having sex with me because he was too drunk. The next morning I said "Get yourself into the shower." He said, "Yeah, myself is still in the bed."

some of my most beautiful moments in the 1990s were spent at Camp Appalachia for Girls in Covington, Virginia. Sitting on the porch of the counselors' cottage, watching the rain come over the mountains, smoking a cigarette (I learned that if you cup your hands over your ears you could hear the rain coming) - sitting on the bank of the Jackson River. The mountains are soft and green there - a friend said once that if you were a giant you would want to curl up around the Appalachians, rather than pricking your feet on the Rockies.

i was forced to remember that one night that kim brought me into her room and showed me her picture of jeff for the first time. she also told me about saroja then and how yucky it all was with them all and everything. also, i'm supposed to remember about chipo.

i was in a band, smoked a lot of pot, brewed beer, took acid, talked radical leftest politics etc.. etc..

I arrived in Iowa City a hot and humid August afternoon in 1990. The hottest freaking day I had ever experienced! A soon to be friend of ours (I came with another Swede) picked us up at the airport and took us to his place, where we would spend the next few days before the dorms opened. That very same evening, I got my first taste of America and what a taste it was: KFC. Or Kentucky Fried Chicken, as the sign on the strip said. Mmmmmmm... Fried chicken. Never thought you could fry chicken like that. Needless to say, I never went back... Now, ten or eleven years later, my grease tolerance is definitely at a higher level, so maybe I would even like it. Anyway, that day never seemed to end...

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