Such a Slut !

“What we do not make conscious emerges later as fate.”
-Carl Jung

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 13, 1986
Friday

It’s Friday The 13th and another day of ‘working misery’. I shouldn’t look at it that way. I have a four-day weekend coming up!

I will pick-up Ron Leoni tomorrow night at the San Francisco Airport. It’s going to be fun. I will show him a good time. I’m sure. He’s never been to the Bay Area before.

I dressed a little spiffier than usual today. When I tell Steph, my boss, to remove me from the ASR Testing list I want to look presentable and knowledgeable.

I want money, money, money. Who doesn’t?
I am influenced by that 1979 song by The Flying Lizards, 'Money, That's What I Want':

I would use money to invest in the stock market, buy my Jake JAGUAR wheels, a new home here and there and maybe even a posh retail business called MICHAEL J Of….

I didn’t tell Steph I wanted “out” of the ASR. Could it be I want “out” because I know my brother is going to be there? Ah no, that doesn’t matter. I just don’t revel over that position. It’s more of the same.

Work flew by. I telephoned Mark Landreth and he is going to meet me at my home at 8PM ‘sharp’. It will be interesting to see Tammy Duhr and friends at ‘The Oasis’ tonight.

Mark and I went to ‘The Oasis’ but Tammy never showed up. I met some MADONNA-looking girl. Mark and I had to drive her home. She wanted me to stay the night!


I couldn’t believe it when she said, “Oh don’t be a wimp.”
Well, she shouldn’t be such a slut!


Mark and I left for Alameda after dropping her off. Mark dropped me off at my house. We chalked up another fair, memorable adventure.

Someone once said that to understand a woman, you need to know her father.
-Margaret Hawkins
“How We Got Barb Back”