Saturday, June 3, 1995

Andy and Diana just came to get Thursday and Friday’s soap tapes. They came from work, so they wanted to get home and eat and were only here for two seconds. God, do they have geeky uniforms!

I asked if she could lose the perfume the next time she visits, as it’s quite overwhelming. No problem, she said.

He likes my hair straight and he usually likes curly hair, though. I think my hair looks much better straightened. It’s neater, longer, and easier to manage.

It’s amazing (but a blessing) that I haven’t heard them across the street even a little. No car stereo and no band playing quieter like he did when I discussed it with him. I know the same people live there. The mother, I mean. I can’t see him suddenly becoming a hermit who never goes anywhere and who suddenly hates music, so he’s definitely out of there. The thing of it is, though, he never seems to visit so I guess they don’t associate with one another anymore.

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