everyone has their kryptonite.

Style
I kept coming back to this diary, meaning to review it, even writing a rough draft, but just NOT DOING IT. Apologies. The most ridiculous part is, this is a great friggin diary and in need of little constructive criticism.

The layout has changed every time I’ve come by too; I know the first one was that blue ankh template that I see on tons of diaries, then it was with a picture of…someone, I don’t remember. Anyway, you keep picking better and better ones- I really dig this one, by catching stars. Gray-pink with squares, simple and neat but not overly geometric like some Malevich painting, which would be too distracting. No, this is calm. It’s like stationery.
Which is basically the whole idea, no?

Substance
You write well. You’re amusing. You’re smart. What more could a reader ask for? Well, more, to begin with. You have so many entries that are just a few lines, which is fine in and of itself, but instead of pithy it can come off as unfinished. A new reader would need to put in a lot of time and effort to find out how smart and cool you are because they'd have to read 50 itsy-bitsy entries. Grr.
Maybe it’d be better in blog form? (Especially since there are a lot of entries, just each separate from the other.) Or maybe you could just give me more? Yeah, let’s go with that one. More.

I get the “self-esteem issues” vibe here, too. I swear, it’s the craziest fucking thing- so many diarist chicks, the ones who are the most intelligent and clever and great, are the ones haunted by self-doubt; meanwhile, all these dipshit empty-headed gigglefucks feel just FINE about themselves. Oy.
For example, this has got to be the most disconcerting thing I’ve read in a loooong time. Especially when it follows this. Sweetheart, I love your breasts, and you know why? ‘Cause I bet they can make you really damn happy when "loved" well, and that's what our bodies are for-- feeling good.

Seriously, you have a natural voice as a writer and yet there's so much kvetching about yourself. Your heading, “proud and strong and hopefully hopeful” gives me hope that in real life you’re actually a really tough bitch who loves herself completely and this is just a place to vent.
Ooo, and I just saw you’re picture, and you’re so cute! And blonde! With little spectacles!

Suggestions
Give me more. Write at least a paragraph at least ¾ of the time. The real problem is just having to click prev/next constantly if I want to read more than a tidbit of you at once. It’s like you’re a…tease.
Oh, and get yourself a comfortable bra and love your body. Believe me, I’m sure plenty of other people already do, if only from afar.
Finally, good luck with the whole boys thing. They can be a pain in the ass, and really can’t be trusted to bring us anything resembling joy— hey, that’s what vibrators are for.

A-
Gimme some mo’ and I’ll up you to an A.

Jessica Lovejoy
with assistance from lai