Today I went swimming.
It has been a fun couple of days.
Samantha showed up around seven last nite and passed out. (Too much St Pat's day celebrating.)
3-19-85
(6pm) I ran into Rena while I was out for my walk earlier, and we had a nice talk. (I wish she were interested. (Yum.))
Joke I heard at work: How do you get a woman to give up sex? (Marry her.)
I hope some money comes along soon.
(8pm) On women who wear lots of makeup: Carrie says she always wonders, "What do you look like in the morning?" when she sees women who wear lots. (I will agree.)
3-21-85
(7pm) Yesterday was blue.
Samantha stopped by in the evening and bummed dinner. (She is an expensive friend sometimes, but I enjoy the companionship.)
It sounds like Samantha has been enjoying being single again. (How is it done?)-(I wish I understood, but I don't.)-(Most people seem to get laid with some regularity, but I am a total failure at it.)-(Am I really that shut off, or unattractive, or picky, or what?)
Note from the ozone: Could it be that missile sites are located in rural areas, not to keep them away from population centers; but to place them where the food is? (If most wars are about food, then it’s unlikely they will be too quick to destroy the food producing areas with radioactivity.)
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