Friday, July 8, 1994

Fuck no! Shit am I mad! Yesterday when I opened the front door to see if there were any packages, guess what else I saw? They’re back! I don’t fucking believe this shit! I thought she said they’d be gone all summer. I know she did. Hey, I just got married so I’m due for compensation, right? I didn’t see the kids, but I saw a green car in their driveway and the red van was parked in the street. I could see a folded crib in it, along with lots of boxes and shit like that. Oh God, why did you have to send them back so soon? I’d rather listen to 1 of my own than 5 of someone else’s, and I know that’s what I’ll be doing. Even though the days are too hot and their windows and doors may be shut, I’m sure they’ll be screaming through the sprinklers, and out at night. I swear I’ll make their lives a living hell if they make any hell for me. Why God? I mean, it’s been sooo wonderfully quiet around here. Please let it stay that way!

Later...

Got 1 Bob letter yesterday which began BOL #11.

Today or tomorrow my parents should get the banners. Maybe even Monday. Yesterday I made up a banner with my nieces’ names on them and today I’ll probably do Tammy and Bill’s banner.

Sure enough, Fran left a message pleading with me to call him back and to please accept Sabrina’s package.

Andy also left a message saying he’s suing Denny’s for discrimination. He says they treat everyone like shit, but he got written up for the dumbest thing and he’s sick of their bullshit. He reminded me that there were some blacks who sued them for 40 million, so he could use a mil from them. I guess he knows someone who has a lady friend who’s a lawyer.

I say go for it. I know just how the hell he feels. I remember when we were working together in Chicopee.

Oh, almost forgot. Tom’s parents sent a wedding card and a check for $250. How nice!

Later...

Tom got up about 15 minutes ago saying I read his mind. He didn’t want to get up and cook, but he didn’t have to cuz I made pork chops. Now I’m going to go do some more video editing.

Later...

Tom’s gone off to work, but guess what he set up for me before he left? Another monitor, so when I do video editing, I can look and see what I’ve done without having to keep on taking out the tape I’m editing from and sticking the one I’m editing onto in there. It’s neat to see the same or different things playing on two screens at once.

Tom says he really only thinks they’re visiting the father next door since the peak of the summer hasn’t even hit yet. Maybe for some reason, Dean couldn’t get away to fly to Idaho. I hope they go back, but it has been quiet so far.

I just played on Andy’s machine the Madonna message from the tapes Kim sent. I also changed our outgoing message to the Star Trek one. We have each other’s code so we can listen to each other’s messages. Every now and then I play all of his. Especially when I’m taping them, as he likes me to do every so often. There was one from a Scottsdale police officer, supposedly wanting to talk to Mark about the phone calls he’s been making. Please expect a return call, he’s not going to stop calling till they talk.

Hmm… I wonder if it was for real or just someone playing a joke on him. It was left on June 17th. It sounded real enough, and at about that time, he said he wasn’t going to answer his phone. He said it was to avoid Sarah, though.

I remember how shitty my luck was compared to his, though. He could continuously call someone and not get trapped, whereas I’d call someone a few times and get caught. It’ll never amount to anything if it’s for real. He’ll never go to court or anything.

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