April 1993 in 1990s

THURSDAY, APRIL 22, 1993
I made $86 at work tonight, but the thing that pissed me off is that Scott never showed up and he hasn’t been home all day. I hope he is OK and not in the hospital. I’d die if anything happened to him, even though I’ve only known him for almost 4 months. He’s such a great person but he really pushes himself. I told him several times to slow down, but he just won’t.

To add to things, Steve’s sick and John’s not working tonight, so a guy named TJ came and got me. He also brought me home. He gave me funny vibes but he didn’t dare pull any shit on me. I’d kill him, but obviously, Steve must trust him. Steve told me to page him at 6:30 if I knew I needed a ride and if he couldn’t make it, he’d send someone else. This guy also said he also picks up other dancers regularly, so that’s cool.

I told Sasha all about Celeste and she was happy for me. Who knows when it’ll be when we see each other again, but yes, I see us winding up in bed eventually. I sure do hope so, cuz she’s beautiful and I know it’d be another year and 4 months before I got this lucky again. Celeste really does seem to like me, but I was shocked when she told me she was a romantic and to let her know if she ever smothers me. I thought people who only wanted casual sex didn’t act romantic and smother people. We did agree up front that all the two of us wanted was casual sex, so why would she then be worried about smothering me? Why would she want to go slow and get to know me and be romantic? That just does not go together very well, but I won’t jump the gun in paranoia. I will just sit back, play it cool, and see what she does.

That dancer Lacy is back after having some personal problems. Everyone says we look alike. We do, but not in the face. She’s right about my height, but she’s a little bigger than me and my hair’s longer. Pete, the DJ, was gonna have us both dance together to the song called Double Vision, but we never did. Oh well.

There were a bunch of rich Germans who came in tonight. If it weren’t for them, we would’ve all had such a shitty night. It was shitty, but it could’ve been a lot worse.

So, what the fuck happened to Scott? I hope nothing’s wrong. Especially now. It’d be shitty timing if I’m not going to L.A.

When I returned home, I went out alone quickly to the Jacuzzi. I mean alone. Usually, there’s almost always someone else out there. It seems like there are even more night people here than at the VV Then again, we all know that the VV’s not the place to be if you’re a night person. I know that for sure and so do Andy and others. This Jacuzzi is strange. Sometimes it’s really hot and other times it’s lukewarm and other times cold. It was much too cool tonight and when I got out I was freezing. The air out there right now is very dry, even though it’s warm and I have my AC on. Tomorrow it’s gonna be close to 100º once again.

I wonder if Steve’s on patrol tonight? I didn’t see him and the lights in the guardhouse are off. The door’s locked, too. I think he may have gotten it on with that girl Chris last night since Bonnie’s out of town. She must be on vacation. I haven’t seen her in the office since last week. I met Chris at the pool and she said she used to dance at Sha Na Na’s but didn’t like it. She said she gave her life to the Lord 8 months ago. Oh well. Whatever turns you on. Steve says it’s hard for him to live with Bonnie cuz of the way he feels so much for her. Maybe he didn’t do anything with Chris, cuz he never pressures or pursues sex with me.

I’m dreading the time he goes to Georgia to get his daughter Brianne for a month. I hope to hell that I’m not gonna have to declare war on my end if I’m getting woken up by lots of screaming or banging. I told them all about the butch at the VV. I also told them up front that if I’m woken up, they will be, too. I won’t know how it’ll go till the kid gets here, but I sure do hope I’m worrying over nothing. God, I can’t fucking stand kids!

Scott told me that in one of the houses he fixes, he found me a combination bookcase/desk. It’s normally used for a computer, but it’d be perfect for my typewriter. I could also put journals on their shelves. He says he can bring it here in a few days, but I know he really means a few weeks. I appreciate from the bottom of my heart all that Scott’s done for me. I just wish he wouldn’t procrastinate so much. This way I’m not all psyched up for something for so long. I hate having to be waiting and waiting.

I bought Mom’s Mother’s Day card, not that she deserves it. I haven’t sent it yet but maybe I’ll accidentally mail it a wee bit too late.

There’s this gorgeous girl at work named Christine. Sasha says she’s made sexual gestures to her. Christine has, I mean, and somewhat has to me, too. Is she just being friendly, or does she like me in that kind of way?

Well, I’m so fucking beat as I said before, so I’m gonna listen to music and then try to get some sleep. I need to try to get to the pool tomorrow to get some very much-needed color. With my luck, there’ll be 10 million screaming kids out there!

Later…

Well, so much for going to sleep. I only lay down just to wake right up again.

I really hope all’s well with Scott. Now that I live so close and have gotten to know him more and more, I’m more in tune with him. I can sense when things are going well and when they’re not. I do have a bad vibe, unfortunately. I wonder if Scott could’ve been arrested. He did say that there was a warrant out for his arrest due to this tax thing he’s been trying to clear up cuz it’s dealing with a lot of money. I hope not. I hope he gets things cleared up with the IRS soon. I also hope he’s not sick or in the hospital having a heart attack or something like that due to stress. I only know way too well just what stress can do to you.

NOTE: The journal entries between April 23rd and May 21st were lost. Therefore, I’m going to fill in the gaps as best as I can.

The only significant thing I remember during this lost month is moving to the back of the complex, away from the pool. It was a second-floor apartment, identical to the 2-bedroom I had at the front of the complex next to Tom, my future husband, unbeknownst to me at the time. It was also at the end like the other apartment was. At first, it was quieter, with a single black guy below me and a single guy next to me that was hardly ever home. Then it became very noisy when the guy next door moved and a bunch of college kids moved in. The complaints to the office by me and the people below them were useless but I would only be in this apartment for a few months, fortunately.

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 21, 1993
Today, now yesterday, I awoke at 2 PM. I saw Scott for about 10 minutes. He was cooking dinner and his parents were on their way over for dinner.

I told him all about Celeste and that she may visit again that night. I guess he told Andy that Bill T will be in PHX for two days on business at the end of May or the beginning of June. This will be when he, Scott, and I fly to L.A. to Capitol Records studios on his private leer jet. God, this sounds weird!

Celeste came over again tonight for about an hour and a half. She met Steve downstairs who said he’d babysit for her son Josh anytime she needed if he were home. I told Steve earlier to tell Bonnie I got my bangs trimmed. She’s in Tucson seeing some guy she’s dating. Let me back up a minute and say that as I was walking back from Scott’s, I saw a woman on her patio cutting some girl’s hair. I yelled out that I needed my bangs trimmed and she said to come on up. For $5, she did a nice job and we exchanged phone numbers. Now I have a hairdresser. I may even have her put a gel or an acrylic overlay on my nails. Even though my nails get long, the ridges I have aren’t too pretty. And then if I do break a nail it looks stupid with all the rest of them long.

TUESDAY, APRIL 20, 1993
I have some totally shocking and totally amazing news. Before I do, though, I want to back up and update a few more things I haven’t yet. The bad news is that on the 6th of this month, I had my second asthma attack and I had to go to the ER by ambulance. I ran downstairs to Steve when this happened cuz he’s a paramedic and I panicked. It’s hard to deal with things alone if you can help it. Bonnie was a big help too. I was there for 3 hours, then I took a cab home cuz I couldn’t reach Scott.

Speaking of Bonnie and Steve, well, they’re super cool people and there was always something I really liked a lot about Steve from the get-go. So, I began to wonder whether or not I should consider going back to the good old days of settling. I was realizing how so many women aren’t attracted to me and how so many of them never go further than always guaranteed to go through with a sex deal or get together or whatever you want to call it. They don’t lead you on as much and they’re the ones who are attracted to me.

But then there are a few fears of mine like AIDS and pregnancy, even though I highly doubt it, as well as trying to find a guy who can handle having only oral sex with me. Using my good judgment of character, I could pretty much sense I’d be safe with Steve and that he wouldn’t go getting carried away. So we sat down in the guardhouse one night after I’d gotten off of work and had a long and very honest talk. He’s divorced with a 2-year-old daughter which he showed me pictures of, and he’s different from most guys cuz he wants a relationship that might turn into marriage. He doesn’t just fool around.

He’s very much in love with Bonnie whom he wants to marry, but she doesn’t want to marry him.

We both mutually decided right then and there that we should never get together sexually.

I’ve had a few talks with Celeste here and there and late Sunday night she told me she’d be able to see me. She lives all the way out in Tempe which is about 45 minutes away from here, but she’s got a friend who lives right near me. This friend was to have dental work done today, which is now yesterday. Then this girl - Donna’s her name - was to drive to Celeste’s place, pick her up and bring her here. Now, of course, I was going by past experiences and I pretty much thought she was full of shit even though she really sounded like she meant it. She actually did show up! I was even attracted to her!!! She was attracted to me!!! She liked my eyes, hair, butt and even how tiny I am! And I think she’s a definite 7½ on a scale of 1-10. Her eyes and eyebrows are so much like Gloria’s, but her eyes are green. Her hair is medium brown. It’s permed and it’s shoulder-length. It’ll definitely look better when it grows longer, but at least she’s no Miss Military Diesel Butch. She’s 5‘ 6”, 130 pounds. Her body’s proportioned nicely and she dresses nicely and does her makeup well. We chatted and watched a little TV. She didn’t have too much time as she had to go catch the bus. I’m glad I finally got to see the face behind the phone for the last 3 months.

I laid it down honestly about her 2-year-old son. He can’t come here, and she understood how I feel. Why do I always get people with kids? In a way this is good and it gives me extra added peace of mind that she’s not gonna smother me. You can’t with a kid unless you live together cuz you’re tied down and you have no life. She’ll always be chasing down babysitters. She tells me that within a few months, she should have a car. I do hope so, cuz that will surely help us out with her living so far away and I have no car. I also like her living so far away.

She sure called a lot after she left and was even gonna try to see if she could get a babysitter, as she ended up missing the bus after some people picked her up here and brought her to her father’s.

She did seem clean and sober enough and intent on staying that way. Although, this isn’t a major concern for me as I don’t do relationships. She seems very nice, friendly, understanding and honest. I like her character so far and she may be passable enough to sleep with. In other words, she isn’t scary in any way. She doesn’t give me bad threatening vibes. She did say on the phone to tell her if she smothers me too much by calling a lot. This was weird as I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about that from her. She seems too much more into guys and not getting attached right now. Especially after coming out of a divorce. I hope she doesn’t end up falling more than she ever thought she could or would but I’m 99.9% sure she’ll be OK and not smother me.

She and I went to the Jacuzzi for a little while. Then we came up and watched some TV and talked. She’s really cool and she looked beautiful. She’s got so much Gloria in her. Way more than Ann Marie did.

When her brother came to get her, she kissed me (vigorously) and it was nice for a girl who isn’t so much into mushy, wet, sloppy French kissing. I’m glad I did meet her after the many many times I was gonna call it quits with her and never meet her.

A short while ago Andy and I called people with ads in the New Times looking for singers and guitar players and shit like that and played with their heads.

Later…

Since I met Scott I’ve had more and more visions of fame and fortune. When I look back a few pages at what I wrote about Bill, his private leer jet, L.A., and Capitol, it’s like - oh my God! That’s something I’d only write as a fantasy, but I wrote it for real. I meant it. It’s real. Wait till I tell my family when this actually happens. I want Scott, or someone to take pictures as this all happens, so no one thinks I’m pulling their leg. It’s all going as predicted. I knew God would have to throw me literally by a freak chance into a proper, decent, honest connection. What better person than Bill T’s nephew? I made a mistake before when I said they were cousins. Now I know more than ever that the NHA was supposed to be so bad in order to be my ticket out west. I always figured that whenever the planner above felt it was just about time, I’d somehow leave the east coast. More and more I realize how important it was for me to meet Tonya. If I didn’t dance I would still be broke and I’d never have met Scott or gotten this apartment.

Anyway, I listened to music a little while ago, but I guess I’m not quite ready yet to fall asleep. I am drowsy, though.

When I was first at Steve’s before Celeste came over, he handed me some banana nut bread on my way out the door and one of his cats ran out. They have two cats. Patches and Shadow, which seems to be a popular cat name. Patches ran out, but right before Andy called two hours ago, I heard meowing and she came in. Steve and a girl I met a few nights ago at the pool came up and trapped it. When I told Andy they came up and trapped it, he asked, “They came up in traffic?” I was cracking up.

Then a half-hour later Steve knocked. He bummed a few cigarettes and I asked if he heard me laughing. He said yes, and he and Andy said hello over the speakerphone. I told Steve what Andy thought I said and told Andy how Steve met Celeste.

“She’s fucking hot!” Steve told Andy.

Later…

In about 5 minutes I have to page Steve to pick me up for work at 7:30.

It sure was a hot 100º today and it will be tomorrow, too.

I called FL and Ma answered. She got the picture and she’s keeping it. A picture of me she actually likes - how amazing!

I called CT and spoke with Lisa for about 5 minutes.

I called Celeste as she was on her way out the door to find a job. She said she may or may not be able to stop by where I work tonight.

I left a message on Brian and Angel’s machine telling them how much I love it here and I gave them my new number. So far, management’s been really cool, but I’ll just have to wait and see. They wave and smile every time I walk by.

I forgot to mention that Celeste used to do topless dancing, too. She used the name, Jade, just like a dancer we have, but I think she quit. Actually, I think she was fired for talking too much. Celeste’s full name is Celeste Brianne K. I love the first and middle names but her last name is no better than mine.

I finally got my deposit from SRP for $107. Scott also owes me $111 for the food stamps. I wouldn’t care as he’s done so much for me, but I want to lend Andy the $150 he needs to borrow by May 4th.

I really wish Scott would hurry up and call Tammy, fix my typewriter cord, program my VCR and install my bedroom ceiling fan. I know he’s very busy, but I know I’ll be waiting months and I hate that. Besides, he gave me his word that he’d do these things.

Andy called me and said he saw “Fuck Face,” as we call Donna, at the pool. We had thought she moved. Fuck Face dumped Angel and Brian and we’re not surprised. I said she’s the type who’ll dump everyone and have a problem with everyone she meets. Andy said the way she said she dumped Angel was totally cruel and I believe it. She claims Angel was always inviting herself over for dinner so she gave Angel the cold shoulder and Angel eventually got the message. I don’t buy it, though, as I feel I know Angel well enough to say it’s not her style to do stuff like that. Then again, we all know Donna tends to over-flatter herself and she told me the day we met that she has no friends. Gee, I wonder why?

Andy said she did ask how I was. He told her where I work and that I make lots of money and moved to a beautiful 2-bedroom apartment He said he really rubbed it in, but I couldn’t care less about her opinion. Andy says he knows to basically stay away and only say hi if they meet at the pool. She’d only dump on him too, but he’s moving to Glendale on June 1st.

I pity the poor girl who’s moving into my place on May 1st. I hope she’s a day person, loves kids, and is hardly home.

Well, now I’m gonna go gather up everything I need for work. I really hope now that the major holidays and taxes are over that the money gets better.

Not too much else is going on. I got a call today from Fran telling me he just got the best letter I ever wrote. OK, that’s cool enough with me. He absolutely hates it where he is, due to tons of screaming kids which even I could hear loud and clear. It sounded just like the NHA to me. He’s gonna move again as soon as he can.

I also spoke to Nervous, but not for too long. He was just getting in the door with the letter I sent him with the tissue I wiped my crotch with.

I also called Tammy and told her all about Celeste and that Scott did go to Vegas. He’s back, though, and tomorrow he and I are gonna do mega food shopping. I need food in here badly.

MONDAY, APRIL 19, 1993
I ordered new address labels as well as CDs, dolls, and plates. I also sent shit to Barbara, Debbie and Fran.

Scott may or may not be going to Vegas for a business meeting.

I saw John last Saturday night at work and couldn’t stop laughing over his spittoon. I told Steve (my cab driver) and he was cracking up.

I got an awesome outfit at K-Mart shortly after I moved here. It’s a spandex tank top/shorts. It’s a 1-piece outfit and it looks nice on me. If I were 10 pounds heavier, I couldn’t cut it in it.

I finally got my phone bill from Sprint and can you believe it was only $65! I made 50 calls and so many of them were for almost an hour.

Last night I ordered from KFC and they screwed up the order which cost $8. I called them back and they returned with the correct order for free.

I got 4 new fancy writing pads for letters as well as new envelopes of assorted colors.

I sent Nervous a letter with a tissue that I wiped my crotch with. Speaking of Nerv, I’ve had some nice talks with him, both with and without Andy. I have so much editing to do that it isn’t even funny.

A little while ago I had a TV dinner and listened to music.

Andy also called and a few days ago he told me some neat jokes.

For $8 I bought a costume from a dancer named Kim. It’s really cool. It’s a 2-piece with a zipper down the front of the crotch. Of course, there’s a lining inside the zipper, as it’d be illegal not to have it there. It’s denim with black lace and some greenish glittery thing on it. I also got two other things from a dancer named Tyra for $10. A strapless bathing suit top. I love the colors and I can wear it with my solid pink bathing suit bottoms I got from Mom right before I left CT. It’s got pink, blue, purple and black. Some of my favorite colors. Tyra also sold me a solid hot pink G-string. It’s more like underwear and it can be used as regular underwear by me. I had to gather the front and back of it from the inside, though. This girl is much bigger than me. It looks great on me.

Lastly, as far as the costumes go, I ripped the feathers off that burgundy dress I bought at Sha Na Na’s. I also took them off the matching G-string. No more feathers floating around everywhere and the DJ asking, “Is someone plucking Mystery’s feathers?”

A girl who works the 3rd shift where Andy works did a very stupid, yet great thing for both of us. Her name’s Sarah Sandy and she gave Andy her phone number and her VM code which he gave to me. We’ve been listening to some of her messages.

I’ve met several people here at the pool. Once again, they’re usually the ones who strike up the conversation.

Asshole Stacey sent my parents a letter about the rent owed up till May 1st. I spoke to my parents and told them the truth about why I moved, and that some girl is moving in on the 1st of May. I told them that they probably will get more letters, but to throw them out. Dad said to tell them that he wants no more letters from them. I left a message saying I’ve had it with them, they lie, they’re not getting another penny, grow up, get a life, never contact us again.

SUNDAY, APRIL 18, 1993
I made $93 at work tonight. John came in, but Scott drove me home. Steve brought me to work.

I got my picture from Montgomery/Ward. It didn’t come out too bad. I’ve sent it to my parents.

Another dancer named Kim may put a gel on my nails to fill in my ridges and make them stronger. She’s got 4 costumes to sell me too.

Here are some of the dancer’s names: Christine, Jill, Sasha, Heather, Nicki, Nicole, Sue, Stevie, Jasmine, Sativa, Shelley, Tia, Lisa, Kay, Mariah, Jessie, Jade, Lacy, Meagan, Brooke, Mandy, and there are many more.

I got bored one time and called and got Leanne’s machine. I said simply, “Leanne, you’re an asshole.”

When I returned from work I had a message saying, “I didn’t appreciate the message. I’m sorry I’ve got no time. I’m raising 4 orphan cats and working 60 hours a week, so please just be a friend.”

My final message was, “If you knew you didn’t want to get together, and you didn’t, why’d you take my number and call me? If you’re not interested in someone, don’t take their number and no, there’s no friendship. You probably are busy, but if you wanted to get together, you’d find the time to do so.”

I’m used to these kinds of games, but it sure gets annoyingly old.

Neither Gail nor I have called each other. If she does call, I’m not gonna set a time or suggest getting together.

Celeste left a message last week saying she’s OK to meet people. Sure. Well, it ain’t gonna be me. If she ever comes to where I work - fine, but I know she won’t.

I’m still waiting for the posters Scott’s making up. Maybe they’ll be ready this week.

Scott fixed Andy’s VCR and tape player and gave me a 19” color TV! It’s great and so is having cable.

Mystery’s somewhat of an outdoor cat till he’s neutered, declawed, and bathed in Head & Shoulders to curb my allergies. Two nights ago I had his cat, Fluffy, while they re-carpeted his place. It never shut up, so I put it on the patio. Luckily, with the waterfall sounds and my music and the master bedroom being far from the patio, I couldn’t hear her meowing in here.

Andy came to see a 1-bedroom model. He loved it, but he doesn’t want the 3rd floor which is all they had, so he got an apartment elsewhere. He’ll be moving on June 1st.

Later…

I just went and got my other Barbie-themed pad. I have 3 and I keep one in the spare bedroom by the typewriter. One with my editing notes by the stereo. One by my bed for journal notes.

Scott may soon be here to fix my typewriter cord. I can type, but the cord needs electrical tape, rather than scotch tape. He’ll also have to program my VCR when he gets the chance. He fixed Andy’s stuff and he came over today. He was gone, though, so Andy hung out here for a half-hour or so.

He asked to hear some Tracy K edits and I gave him some Ibuprofen for his toothache. He needs dental work done and I may lend him $150 by May 4th. He’ll pay me back in June with his tax refund check.

This place looks great and Scott’s neighbor gave me two tables she was gonna toss out. They’re of silver and gold chrome and Scott’s gonna cut glass tops to fit. They’re my style, too. Very modern.

FRIDAY, APRIL 16, 1993
The last two nights at work were dead, but the funniest thing happened Wednesday night to make up for it. Scott and John were in and so Scott and several others saw this. John had a “spittoon,” a can he spits in. He had it sitting on the table when I reached across to grab a cigarette and knocked it onto his crotch. I laughed so hard that my stomach and throat were killing me. It looked like he peed his pants and I could see how red his face was, even in those dim lights. He was so embarrassed and said, “I’d rather have you spit on me than you knock my own spit on me.”

MONDAY, APRIL 12, 1993
I finally got my place all set up, so now I can quickly update all that’s been going on. My place looks great and I haven’t been woken up yet. They were kind enough to hold off the blowers and parking lot sweepers until very late this afternoon. The only thing I ever hear are the kids here and there at the pool, but music or TV drowns that out. Occasionally at night, I hear Bonnie and Steve’s cabinets and door below me, but it’s such a joke compared to the butch and they’ve never woken me up. The butch changed her phone number. I also whited out my name on Bob’s letter which I sent her. Rick and Rosemarie and Ellie are getting letters, too.

I’ve spoken with Kara and Mary.

Last Saturday night after work John and I went and got the last carload out of VV. I am completely out of there. There was a letter on my door about late rent. My father got one too, and I explained how they’re trying to make a last-minute quick buck. Last week I noticed VV called while I was out. I called back to see what she’d say. She said she re-rented my place for May 1st to some girl.

On our way out with the final load, I put the keys in the rent drop-box. Andi also has some goodies on her patio, as with just my luck, she was gone at the time. She has an empty box of cornflakes, some wire hangers, and dead plant leaves John dumped.

Later…

I spoke to Mary a little while ago. She’s gonna come check out my place and see some models maybe this weekend.

I met my neighbor next to me last week. His name is Tom, and in a month or so he’ll be moving. Tom brought me to K-Mart today and I bought a Dirt Devil vacuum for $69. It works really well. I also got some vacuum bags and plant food. Also a little timer for when I’m out tanning. The whole charge came to $91 which I paid in cash. I had $150 on me.

Work’s been going great. I cut around $300 this week as well as last week. I now work Wednesday-Saturday 8 PM to 1 AM. I had to use most of the money for the electric deposit, food, and odds and ends. I have to pay a $7 house tip, which is a new thing they just began, 10% to the DJ, then there are food and transportation. Friday night Scott never showed up, so the new doorman Ray took me home. It turns out that he ended up in the hospital due to stress and chest pains.

Last Saturday night I met a couple who came in there. They’d been living together for a year and a half and they have an open relationship. I don’t know if he’s bi, but he seems nice enough not to get in the way. His girlfriend Gail’s really pretty and she’s bi. I freaked when she told me she was 43. I thought she was 30-35! I gave her a table dance and my number. She called, and who knows if we’ll ever get together. I doubt it, even though we discussed it. I was supposed to call her tonight, but I forgot.

A few days after I got here I got a call from Celeste. She said I was probably “wondering” why I haven’t heard from her and went on to tell me she was divorcing her husband Joe. She just couldn’t wait to be free. She also said she had Hepatitis A, the least serious of A, B and C, but is now better. She also said her doctor said no more drugs or alcohol or she’ll die.

I told her there was no way we’ll ever meet unless she comes to the club, but she can call all she wants.

There was this waitress at work who seemed really nice with hair as long as mine. She said she was a hairdresser and she’d trim my bangs. Lots of people give phony numbers which is a fact I’m used to, but I’m shocked she did. She never called me either and hasn’t been to work. So she was just looking to give people bogus numbers knowing she was quitting work.

That dancer, Sasha, likes me but was only teasing about getting together. This is cool with me, though, as I don’t dig her crew cut. Plus, she’s too cool as a friend to ruin that with sex.

The dancers here are so much cooler, not that they were bad at Sha Na Na’s. The customers are a bit better. They’re a bit more affluent.

I just called the payphone at Sha Na Na’s. Now I can hit on some of the pretty ones and hope they don’t transfer to the Mile High. But then again, it’s not like they’d shoot me and these girls are all either bi or used to bi people. The phone’s just ringing and ringing. I’m calling it now for the fourth time. I was hung up on 3 times. Or maybe this phone disconnects you after so many rings. Yes, that’s definitely it cuz you can tell when someone picks up or hangs up. Plus, I would’ve heard the loud music in the background. I have to call when someone’s in the bathroom to answer.

Just got lucky two minutes ago. Dawn answered and I asked for Alex and Alicia, but they were off. Then I asked for Christine, but she was on stage. I’m gonna call back.

Later…

Just got lucky again and Christine answered herself. Using “Norah’s” English accent I asked for Christine P (I’ve seen her last name on the bar tip-out sheet). I said I couldn’t tell her who I was but that my boyfriend and I were discussing something we overheard. We thought she should know that her ex swears he’s gonna storm the bar at 12:45 and hurt her. She asked where I heard it. I said it was from some company I had at my house. I used to know Ralph (she said his name) and how crazy he is.

Was I telling the truth? she asked, and then, “OK, thank you,” and she hung up.

MONDAY, APRIL 5, 1993
Crystal Creek…

Well, I am finally here! It feels great to finally be out of the Vista Ventana.

I have a million things to write about, so I’d better get started. I thought I wouldn’t be moving till Sun., but Scott and I pulled some stuff out Saturday, then on Sunday, he and I and his friend Eric who also lives here, went over to load the pickup truck. I think Scott and I are gonna hopefully clean out the rest of the place tonight at 11:00 when that butch is hopefully sleeping.

Now, let me back up to last Saturday night and start updating in order. I made $111 Saturday night and only $15 of it was from Scott. He came in with two employees and another dancer. Eric, who was there Friday night, has a 15-day-old daughter and a girlfriend, so when I came here Saturday night, I pretended I was meeting him for the first time. He, his girlfriend, and Scott and I had steak dinners.

Last Saturday afternoon Mary came up to my old place. I had been sleeping on and off and Mary said that the butch next door woke her up with her cleaning at 8:30 in the morning. She was pissed, and I surely don’t blame her. She said she waved to her the day before and Andi just gave her this look. This bitch cares about nothing but herself, is very selfish and thinks she owns the world. This bitch is never gonna get along with her neighbors. No wonder the butch doesn’t have too many friends. She may have a huge family, but no friends.

Unfortunately, the butch wasn’t home when we were loading stuff yesterday. She will be tonight. I saw Mary yesterday and I left her a message earlier tonight. I’ve got to get in touch with Kara. I must also write to several people including Kim and Bob and let them know the new address and number.

I’ll be getting 50 stamps in the mail for $14.50. It’s a very convenient service.

My photo from Montgomery/Ward is gonna be mailed to me.

Before I get to writing about my apartment, Dave and I had a chat last Friday night as I was waiting for Steve to come get me. He said he’s gonna miss me and I feel the same. He was the perfect neighbor and very nice. I wish Mary lived next to me and Dave lived below me here.

Sat. Andy drove me to work and Scott brought me home all 3 nights. We also stopped at Fry’s and got tons of boxes.

Also, I’m now gonna be working Wed-Sat from 8 PM-1 AM.

Mystery won’t be declawed for another week cuz he has an infection in his foot.

Today’s my dad’s birthday and I sent him a card and I spoke to him. I also spoke to Bill and Lisa, but haven’t gotten ahold of Tammy yet since I’ve been here. They’re now 3 hours ahead of us back east.

The 2nd was John’s birthday, but I haven’t been able to reach him, either. I told Steve to give him my new address and number. Last I knew his beeper was busted. He’s also driving the cab more as Circle K suspended him. They think he stole money, but I don’t believe it for one minute any more than Steve does.

Later…

I just spoke to Kim and gave her the new information. She’s gonna pass it along to Bob.

I guess Scott could be calling or coming over any time now to go to the old place to pick up stuff.

I still need to go to APS and pay the $117 deposit. I also need to go to the cable co. to get a cable box, since my TV isn’t cable-ready.

I need to hack off my nails cuz they’re a pain in the ass and I can’t type too well with them. Right now I am typing all this in the spare bedroom. I shall soon copy all this into my journal.

The apartment is beautiful and it is humongous! It sure feels great to have all this space once again. Having too much space is better than having too little. But, within time, little by little I’ll fill this place up. There are only two things I don’t like about it here. There’s no shower door like I had thought and hoped there would be, and this past weekend was fucking noisier than all hell! This is, of course, cuz I’m right by the pool, and there are a lot of divorced people here whose kids come to visit on weekends. Today it was quiet and it was a blessing not to have to hear the very loud and very obnoxious lawnmowers. The only thing I could hear was the blowers, but they’re not as loud. This is cuz the little monster kids trash the gravel rocks and so they blow rocks back into place. I guess it’s better to have noisy weekends rather than noise in the building and such a tiny apartment I’ve only heard a couple of bangs from the people below me, but it ain’t shit compared to the butch I had to live next to. You can’t hear any footsteps or closet doors. I can slightly hear the door below me and I’ve never heard a peep from whoever’s next door to me. I guess this is all worth the weekend shit I have to deal with. I slept OK yesterday and today, but yes, I’m sure I’ll get woken up a few times a week. We’ll just have to wait and give it more time and wait and see. It’s a kid’s world out there today and it’s not fair. I still don’t think it’s prejudiced to have complexes for families and complexes for singles. It’s discrimination to separate blacks, Jews and gays, but this is different. I think people should be given a choice.

I have more trees around me than at the other place. This complex is much more beautiful. Another great thing here is that I no longer have to buy bottled water. It’s run through a purifier so it doesn’t taste like bleach.

Later…

My wall clock says it’s 11:15 and I set the stove clock and clock radio at 10:55, so I think I goofed by 20 minutes.

I hope Scott knocks any minute now so we can go get some stuff out of my old apartment My first night here which was last Saturday night I slept on two couch cushions Scott lent me. Not too comfortable, but better than the other place. Last night I had my bed and all day today I’ve had my cat and his. This is cuz they are fixing a problem in his place with the roof and wall. I think they’re gonna transfer him.

These cats are really good. Very friendly and not as destructive as I thought they’d be. The cat box is in the spare bedroom along with this typewriter and the stool, my guitar, keyboard, the stool/ladder, which is busted, and I put my crystal night lamp in here. To be able to see while I type, I brought in the lamp I usually have in the living room.

In the living room, I have the stereo, TV, round wicker chair, the tall wicker basket of flowers, beanbag, round glass shelves, and other little stuff.

In the master bedroom, I have the bed and some plastic stacking shelves.

Of course, my kitchen table is right over the bar where the living room starts.

I’m using Scott’s phone now as mine’s still packed in the other place. I have about 5%-10% of my stuff still over there. It looks like we’re not getting it tonight.

Andy was over earlier tonight. He brought his VCR over for Scott to fix and then we ran over to the store. He’s very impressed with it here.

There is a guy and a girl below me and they’re very nice. I think they’re just roommates, not lovers. He’s the courtesy patrol, as well as a paramedic/fireman, and she’s a leasing agent in the office.

Well, I’m gonna sign off now and write more some other time. I’m hungry and I’m gonna go make a bite to eat and listen to music.

FRIDAY, APRIL 2, 1993
Tonight I made $113 and last night I made $70. Scott and one of his employees came in tonight. Scott and several others gave me $70. Andy brought me to work Wednesday and Scott brought me home the last two nights. Steve brought me into work tonight cuz Andy had to go to Donna’s birthday party.

I have quite a bit more to write about, but I’m too tired to do it now.

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