Sunday, May 17, 1992

I am making a pizza pocket now. I just finished it and I don’t really like them that much so I don’t think I’ll buy them again.

I got this thing called Fungi-Nail and it has really helped. Not for the ridges but for the white part of the nail tips. They were going a little too far back into a point. Tammy asked someone at the fire dept. who said it was a fungus, just like the pharmacist did.

There’s not too much to say about Ann Marie. She’s only been here once but we’ve spoken a few times. I think she’ll eventually visit again.

As for my father, he really cheered me up that time I was telling him how upset I am living here.

He agreed that my voice is definitely geared toward country music. We all have known that. He mentioned the country radio station here and told me he always listened to it at the beach.

He also told me I saved him on a crossword puzzle. A question pertaining to music. I asked him to guess what my range was and he said contralto. I was like, wow, how’d you know? He says there are lots of country bands here in CT, so I should call that radio station to ask them about local country bands. Also, stick an ad in the Norwich bulletin like Tammy, Barbara and Andy and others have told me. I get hesitant about it, though, figuring if I get hired it won’t be for more than a few days when they decide to give it up themselves. Or change their style to rock and roll.

Pamela is my neighbor who lives next to me but she’s not attached to me. She lives alone with her 3 kids. I’ve also met her mother and sister and they’re all very nice. They’re black but they’re also Spanish and they speak it. She’s super nice and her mom gave me a ride once to the store along with her sister.

I don’t know if she’s ever been with a woman or considered it, but she’s made certain references. I don’t know her well enough but she seems pretty easygoing and open-minded and said she could accept anything. So, when she asked me if I was married I told her I was gay. She still continued on and on knocking men and telling me I was pretty. Am I attracted to her? Not really. She’s so-so, but might be fairly nice looking with some makeup and nicer clothes.

Fran and Andy are doing ok and I can’t wait to see Andy. Only 3 more months! Fran was on the phone in a massive fight with some girl he just met named Ann. Ann was so funny! Her voice was good for editing too. It wasn’t like the CP lady but it was quite hysterical and she spoke so fast, you could barely make out her words. Quite frankly, she reminded me of Maliheh.

Later...

I got a check in the mail from Berkshire Gas for $13.46. I don’t know why but I won’t complain.

That same night I spoke with Andy, Fran and that girl Ann, Fran called Laurie H. Andy did the talking. He read parts of my letter to her and she really was convinced he was cluing her in on something that happened and was trying to help this person. I’ve begun editing her and Ann.

Sometime soon, when Andy’s got plenty of time, he’s gonna call Nervous.

As I said before, they began a foot patrol around here, and knowing how I’m always destined to meet cops, I figured I’d make the first move. I met a cop named Warren and we talked about stuff in general and I told him I took the civil service exam. I also told him that other than music, it’s the only other thing I’d consider. Cuz I don’t drive it may be tough so I was told to stop by tomorrow anyway and maybe start with security. Who knows, but if it was something right around here on 3rd shift, that’d be cool.

I want to try really hard to get some sleep cuz tomorrow it’s gonna be warm and I want to try to tan.

Later...

I finally found a really nice quiet and secluded spot where I can just get away from it all. I’m not gonna stay here too much longer cuz I don’t want to burn. I’m also getting pretty thirsty. It’s around 80º today and there’s an awesome breeze.

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