Hi there, you're probably here because you know of me through the Ukulady's PonyShow. I read entries from my real teenage journals. Topics include love, sex, potent potables, the holidays, and the 1,179-day crush on an undeserving boy. Contact me through this site if you're interested in hearing the sad, mad, weird, poignant ramblings of a 13- to 19- year old, sending verbose postcards from the middle of the 1980s.

Third-person bio: Her identity somewhere between a dilettante and an aesthete, Becky Haycox marches to her own homemade drum. A member of various creative communities, she uses more than her fair share of hyphens as a designer-writer-actor-crafter-monologist-maker. Go to my site to read musings, mutterings, and wonderings. ..
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Hi there, you're probably here because you know of me through the Ukulady's PonyShow. I read entries from my real teenage journals. Topics include love, sex, potent potables, the holidays, and the 1,179-day crush on an undeserving boy. Contact me through this site if you're interested in hearing the sad, mad, weird, poignant ramblings of a 13- to 19- year old, sending verbose postcards from the middle of the 1980s.

Third-person bio: Her identity somewhere between a dilettante and an aesthete,... (read more)