What you're about to hear are some of the most embarrassing diary entries I've uncovered so far. It could be argued that there's been a constant stream of things I could easily classify as embarrassing already, and that this is just the thirty eighth week of embarrassing events and occurrences loosely strung together with eccessive time calls and shit house attempts at humour. THAT is also a hungie percent true, but I can also promise you that these entires are truly in a class of their own when it comes to things we should be ashamed of. So it figures I'd bring in two of my besties who are willing to help support me through it, but also willing to tear me a new one and hang me out to dry...as only your loved ones can. Jessica Gale and Taris Tyler befriended one another in the mid 90's in Perth. I was working nights at 96FM with Claire as Bad Boy and the Vixen, Jessica was hosting the 96FM Breakfast Show with Dave Gore and Russell Gilbert. Jess and I clicked right away and became friends through work, Taris and Jess befriended one another over the phone during the conversations they had whenever Taris rang into the radio station for a chat while the songs were playing. The story of how Taris transformed himself from a listener, into a much loved friend and bestie of both Jessica and myself is included in this episode. You'll also get to witness me comparing the 1989 version of me to Princess Diana, because of course, why haven't I mentioned this before, it seems so obvious now, or does it? Hopefully the comparison will make sense once you've heard it in context, or maybe it won't, I'm sure there's some kind of food for thought in there at the very least. I’ve also officially lost my diary filling mind, as twenty something me tries to "JAZZ UP" my diary entries, which means we get treated to (or rather, have to endure) a stream of thought entry, that's sadly as inane as you’d expect, an entry written from the perspective of a Russian spy, who’s getting interrogated by other Russians (can I apologise to all Russians for my terrible attempt at perfecting a Russian accent, seems accents aren't my forte, good to know hehe). There's also a version of an L.A. surfer dude AND (no I'm not kidding) a variety of animals, plus even weirder, I seem to be obsessed with showing off how many slang words I know for the word vomit, and this is just the first four diary entries for this week. There’s so much other whack shit that happens in the other three entries too, I’m having embarrassment induced anxiety about it every time I think of what is in these entries, so here's hoping you enjoy my unbridled stupidity, good luck lovelies.

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