Jealous Journals

His moods change so rapidly that I find it difficult to keep touch of them, and as they always mean something more than his own well-being, they form a more than interesting study.
-Bram Stoker
"Dracula"

Twenty-five years ago today:

A card dated 1985 from Dale Orlando:
PHOTO:

 'Girls will be Girls...'
But You're an Absolute Bitch!
We both are!!!
All right. I give in. Let's stop fighting and be sisters again. I am sorry I got upset with you, I should understand where you are coming from, and I do.

I just believe I could have fun any where, anytime, with anyone, as long as it's people I like being around!!! You can't--oh well.

Please come out with us tonight, I enjoy your company and love your friendship and great humor. Please Car Pool with us Friday.
Love Your Fav Sister,
Dale 
of "Chip n' Dale's", Division of AEI, Inc.

PS. Let me be bossy once in a while!

 





PHOTO: Another card dated 1985 from Dale Orlando:

'Devil or Angel'...Either way, you take the cake!
It's true...it's true. OH yes, it's true. I know...grow up!
Chip,
I am so sorry for all of the heartache you are suffering. I know what you are going through. Paloma does not really know what she is giving up by giving up you. Someday she will realize her error and it will be too late. You are a very special person, in a class of your own. The lucky person who receives your love, loyalty and devotion will be the wealthiest person alive. Truly worth your weight in gold. Please know you can come to me with any problem and receive my help. 
Love you, 
Dale of 'Chip and Dale's'.



June 18, 1985
Tuesday

Today is ‘Summer Safety Fun Day’ at the office. I wore a white shirt and yellow shorts. We were supposed to dress for summer.

Today is Margaret Lai’s birthday. I wrote out a card for her this very morning. I waited for Cindy Chow to help her with her goodies, too.

Margaret really liked her Rodeo Drive-Beverly Hills card and the long letter that I wrote. She’s sweet.

At 11AM Rachelle called me to pout about not having change for a ten dollar bill. She was at the San Leandro BART station. She was able to somehow get change and was waiting for me in the lobby by noon. The heel of her shoe was broken so we settled on the corner café for my usual turkey sandwich (and she had her usual roast beef sandwich). It was great to see her. She was wearing a dark turquoise dress and looked as delicious as ever.

She came up to my office and sat with me until 3PM or so. She even listened in on a few client calls.

I forgot to return a call to Cam (from MACY’s) who called my Dad yesterday. It was about a job—I guess.

At lunch, Rachelle and I had an argument in my car. She was trying to rip my picture of Paloma. She did rip it just a little. I ripped Joe Smith’s photo a teeny crevice of a bit and she almost had a heart-attack. She pulled my hair! It hurt! I hate when she’s so domineering and—needless to say—violent! Before giving her the keys to my car I made her give me a promise.
“I promise I will NOT read your journals,” Rachelle said.
I handed her the keys.

By 5PM she was in my car, writing in her own journal. She supposedly did not read my journals. It was later that I learned that she only skimmed through them. She read about George Jones and Tammy Duhr. I read her journal when we got to my house. She had remarks about Jeff (the aerobics instructor) and a little bit about Bob Maloney. She wrote ‘Bob is the sexiest guy she’s ever seen.’ Give me a break! 

Was that a planted line for me to read? I wonder if she knows that I may have seen sexier girls than her as well. We had an argument about reading each others’ journals. We especially argued about the topics on Jeff, Bob, Joe and Joe’s ‘Robert’. Apparently, Joe’s dick had a nickname, too (Robert). It hurt me to read those things. Yes, it made me jealous. While I know she loves me I know I shouldn’t worry.

We started to make love again until I was about to cum—and she backed away in order for me to pull out. What a frustrating moment once again. We’re back in good terms though.
Rachelle said later, “I am dying to read Paloma’s next letter.”
“I’d rather you didn’t.”
She had plans to start reading all of my journals, beginning with the first one. That bugs me. What happened to her earlier promise? I don’t want her reading my innermost past. Who knows what I may have written back then?

Well, Rachelle and I went to her house. She had to take her car home. Glenn yelled over and told her that her Dad and Billy were up at the park near Lake Chabot. We went up there and her dad got on my case.
Rachelle’s Dad yelled to Rachelle, “Grow up!”
I said, “Ha…That’s what I always say!”
He stormed over to my car window and got on my case about making a remark. Both Rachelle and I tried to explain what I had said. It wasn’t derogatory towards him in any way.
Then Rachelle’s Dad said, “You have no right to talk to her that way.”
We started to drive off and I repeated to Rachelle, “I think your dad is jealous of me.”
When I said it I tried to enunciate clearly so that her father could hopefully read my lips. Oh well, I do hope there are no hard feelings. I thought he was pretty rude.
Rachelle agreed, “I thought he was rude, too!”

A mind that stays at the same capacity cannot live forever; after a few thousand years it would look more like a repeating tape loop than a person.
-Ray Kurzweil
"The Singularity Is Near"