3-8-85
(8pm) Happy "33" months to me.
Carrie says she tried to call Erica. (Her sister told Carrie that Erica lives with Henry, and gave her that number. (That is news to me.)-(I guess that answers a lot of questions.))
3-9-85
(Midnite) I took myself to the Paw to celebrate. (Big f'ing deal.) (I feel totally inadequate as a man.)
3-10-85
(9am) Yesterday afternoon I stopped by Carrie's. (Carrie was busy, so Hunter and I played Frisbee. (That was fun.)) (Then we went and played some cribbage. (I enjoy that game.))
Samantha was supposed to stop by last nite. She didn't show up; so I sat around and watched the tube. (And got quite f'ed up.)
(4pm) I am in a bummer of a mood. (After reading the cynical poems, Carrie probably won't help me meet any women. (And Samantha doesn't seem to know any.)) (Oh well, what few women are able to get through my shyness, are all scared away by my sarcasm and coldness. (I never seem to let anyone get too close.))
3-11-85
(Midnite) Samantha stopped by. We went to the Scoop and shot pool, and then went to see the movie "Into the night". (Good flick.)
Then we went to the Paw for a drink, and I daydreamed about Sheila again. (She does have really neat eyes, but she must have a beau.) (Twas nice getting out.) (And I don't give a shit if some people think Samantha is my girlfriend, she is nice company.)
3-11-85
(8pm) Samantha stopped by and bummed a j to take to Leo. (I guess he is still bummed out because she didn’t come home Saturday nite.)
3-12-85
(8pm) Back to poetry corner: