Michael Joe Armijo's Blog, page 118

A Bit Distant

His tale is touching and engaging, romantic as much as cynical, and eventually sublime.
-Stendhal
"The Red and the Black"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 12, 1986
Thursday

Tammy Duhr called me yesterday. She is going to 'The Oasis' with Sean and Frank on Friday night. I invited Mark Landreth; whereby, we may go as well.

I called Ron Leoni early this morning. I promised I'd give him a wake-up call.
"I appreciate it. You can call me anytime," Ron said, groggily.
I like his Gemini ways. He's cheerful and open.

I will probably go to 'The Oasis' tomorrow night.

I had lunch at B&M Chinese with Margaret Lai today. It was good. Laverne and Judy joined us.

Work has been such a drag lately. My brother, Tony, passed the first couple of ASR (Account Service Representative) testing phases. I learned this news from mom. I guess I'm supposed to feel 'boohoo-ish' but I don't. In fact, I'm scheduled to take the ASR test. I don't think I really want to take that career route anyway. I am going to be sure to tell Steph to cancel my name on the forthcoming ASR list. I am really not interested in ASR. My primary goal is Pac Bell Directory right now. I won't give up until I get there. I struck out in Directory Sales in Sacramento because my seniority was too low. One day it won't be. I'll eventually hit a homerun.

I arrived at the gym at 7:45PM. Sue Croce was spotted out of the corner of my eye. She and I worked out together.
Sue said, "You know…I thought you acted a bit distant last Monday when I was with Phil…here at the gym."
"Oh…I think it was just your imagination."
We worked out together well as a team.
"You know, you're a good coach."
"That's because my ex-husband was a professional body-builder, so I have experience with all of it."
I was surprised to learn this tidbit revelation. She has got a small chest but I love her dynamic personality.

Mark showed up while Sue was training me on my bicep repetitions. I didn't work out much longer after that. I drove home.
There were two nice answering machine recordings from Ron Leoni. I also received an invitation from Steve Green. I didn't go to Steve's place because it was so late though. Ron and I ended up having a nice conversation. I shared a little bit about Steve Green, Mark Landreth, Tammy Duhr, Frank Vasconcellos and Paloma Sanchez-Guerra.
Ron said, "I don't have any friends out here in Palm Springs."
"Well, it's not like I have a lot of friends here either. Life is too short to moan and groan."
Ron moaned and groaned anyway.


Ron is considering a move away from Palm Springs.
"I may move out to the Bay Area."
"In a way…that could be nice," I said.
Time will tell.


After work today, my sister-in-law, Sherri, stopped by with Ashley on the bike. We went cycling together. Then I rode some more on my own.


I ate some Oreos and chased them down with milk before bedtime.  It was a real "no-no".

"Sometimes our light goes out, but it is blown again into flame by an encounter with another human being. Each of us owes a debt of gratitude to those who have rekindled the light."
-Albert Schweitzer

To Console You

Q: "Mom, why do we go crazy?"
A" "For thinking silly stuff, for hanging out with the wrong people."
-as heard watching the 2011 Brazilian film
"The Sky We Were Born Under"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 11, 1986
Wednesday

Another day and another dollar… This Friday is Ryan Hargrave's last day in the Business Office. He took an $80 a week cut-in-pay to accept a Staff Clerk position at Pac Bell Directory. I don't know if I could do that. I'd switch on a lateral or upgrade…but why go backward?

At pizza lunch was catered in for our Section today, so I didn't even leave the building at noon. I was also quite busy at the office today (even if my sales tally didn't show it).

I received a phone call message from Ron later in the day.
I called him back at around four o'clock. We had a nice talk. We're both looking forward to our 4-day weekend.
Realizing his current bartending duties, I said, "When someone comes in to order a White Russian…just think of me."
Later that night (after 11PM) Ron told me that three guys came in and they all ordered White Russians! Ron was in such a tizzy over that. It was ironic because I had previously told him (the other day) to think of me once someone ordered a Tom Collins and that happened, too!

I had a lot of 'shit work' today. I intended on a bike ride after work but I received a Great Western VISA bill with a payment debit. It depressed me and I still don't understand what happened. I plan to call tomorrow morning to get some answers. I actually called Ron to discuss it with him. I was so down. I realized that life is too short to moan and groan.
I went to the gym after all. I spoke to Dave for a good while. Mark was doing an aerobics class. I worked out fairly well with the weights. I went home, fulfilling my orange juice craving. I watched a bit of television. There was a program on about priests who were pedophiliac-types (child molesters).


Ron Leoni called me while I was in bed. I was so startled by the ring that I hung up on him, thinking the phone was the alarm clock. He called me again and I woke up that time.
Ron said, "I was just concerned because you had such a bad day and I wanted to console you."
He really made me feel better. I JO'd twice.


Filled with the warmth of his sentiment, he locked himself in his room and gave himself over, with totally new pleasure, to studying the exploits of his hero.
-Stendhal
"The Red and the Black"

He Likes Me

PHOTO: February 13, 1987
Mark Landreth, shaving before a night out at The Vortex...
"We didn't break-up...we never started."
-Ashton Kutcher to Natalie Portman
in the 2011 romantic-comedy "No Strings Attached"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 10, 1986
Tuesday

Work went along as any other day. Once again I checked with Pac Bell Directory for any openings (just like any other day). As it turns out, there are no current openings. I am told to keep checking daily.

I made a few calls to Ron Leoni. He received my card and photographs that I sent him recently.

Margaret and I took a lunch order out to-go and we ate at the park on top of Crocker Bank's roof. That was pleasant. Margaret made an upsetting scene about the scheduling for the Pleasanton County Fair though. There's going to be a Pacific Bell booth there and Margaret was all upset because she wasn't paired with me 'at the booth'. She got so riled up about it. Dale Orlando got on her case about it which created even more of a fiasco.

After work I went and took a nap. My brain needed rest.

Greg Manchevitz called and woke me.
"Hey Mike, do you want to go to a movie with me, Mike and Chris tonight?"
I felt groggy and answered, "I'm going to have to take a rain check this time because I had a hard day at work."

Johnny Schaefer called from Los Angeles. We had a nice talk. He's pretty cool. He's going to drive up to the Bay Area for the last weekend of this month.

I went to the gym a little later than usual again. Phil and Sue were still working out together. Mark Landreth was sure to point out that fact.
Mark whispered, "You know they stayed late because she was waiting for you."
I laughed it off. I actually worked out with Phil and Sue for a little while, too. Then I did my own workout routine.

When I arrived home I telephoned my cycling pal, Birda. She wasn't at home. I tried calling Bonni Jayne but she wasn't home either. I left messages for both of them.

I decided to call Johnny Schaefer. His line was busy.

I telephoned Steve Green.
Steve said, "Ric and George Jones are going to L.A. over 4th of July weekend."
"Oh, how funny—I've wanted to see George for a while now."
Steve misunderstood my statement and thought I wanted to be 'set-up' with George as a sort of matchmaking scheme. Give me a break!
"You know, Rick told me he saw you recently in San Mateo."
"I told Rick that I was dating you."
"You did?" I asked in a surprised tone.
"Yes, I did and Rick found it hard to believe."
I found it hard to believe myself. Steve acts like a real child a lot of the time. He consulted Rick (Ric's ex) about my party and how Sue Croce embarrassed him 'and other nonsense stuff'. Steve seems to be a meddler and a gossip. I can tell that Ric Green and Steve Green are like two women only 'with male genitals'.
PHOTO: December 23, 1986
Geeky self-portrait, wearing the SUNKIST half-shirt
gift received from Mark Landreth
I telephoned Mark Landreth for some relief. Steve Green had pissed me off.
Steve announced nonchalantly, "You know, Mark knows about you because Sue told 'Rick and Mark' that 'Steve and Ric' are 'you know what'.
"I don't know anything about that," I retorted.
I believe that Steve is just putting hogwash in my mind. He's having a party Thursday night. I may or 'may not' go to the party. Steve didn't stay at my party for very long. I mentioned that fact to him as well.
I also stated, "Steve, I'm playing tour guide for a visitor this weekend."
Steve didn't ask any questions. I didn't volunteer.


At least I went to Alpha-Beta for a few goodies. Mark Landreth seemed to be in a good mood when I called him. We talked about how 'geeky' Tim O'Brien was last Saturday night.
Mark also said, "And you know that girl, Tina, at the gym is such an airhead."
I laughed. Mark makes me feel good to have a friend like him. He's mellow in a lot of ways. I can tell he likes me—or else he wouldn't be my friend.  I guess that makes good sense.

A New York Times article about measuring happiness:
'They now say it's mostly a function of brain chemistry, genetics, but that certain conditions affect it, like having friends, and that money doesn't, in the long run.'
-Margaret Hawkins
"How We Got Barb Back"

Uncle Vito

Those pointless equations, to which no solution exists, are called absurdities. (a + b)(a - b) = a2 - b2 + 1
-Stieg Larsson
"The Girl Who Played With Fire"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 9, 1986
Monday

I telephoned Ron Leoni and wished him a 'Happy Birthday'. He's so funny. I just hate the idea of his coke, drinking and smoking habits so much. Ron cheers me up though. That's for sure.

I went to McDonald's all by my lonesome today. I felt drab all day. I guess I am feeling depressed about not getting in to Pac Bell Directory as soon as I would like. Ryan Hargrave just got a demotion acceptance into Pac Bell Directory as a staff clerk. He was once a Telephone Sales Rep. there and foolishly left the department. Now he's trying to find a back door entrance back in to the commission sales team. I am not so sure that his move was an admirable one. I will have to keep my eyes and ears open. If that "one" opportunity arises I cannot pass it up.

Bicycling after work today lasted for about an hour. I settled home with a Diet-Coke after the ride.

I did go to the gym this evening. I caught Sue Croce as she was coming out of the gym. We exchanged a few words.
"I'll call you tonight," I said as my parting words.
I ended up doing Sharon's aerobic class per Mark Landreth's persuasive suggestion. I worked-up a good sweat from the class. I showered quickly and returned home.

I had an answering machine message from Steve Green.

I chose to call Sue Croce first. We talked for about an hour about stocks, her moving-out, her possible new Management Position with Granny Goose Foods and our going to dinner together sometime soon.
After our conversation I returned Steve Green's phone call.
Steve asked, "How was your weekend?"
"It was okay," I replied as I began to realize that we had not seen each other since I've been back on June 1st.

Tomorrow is June 10th.
I hinted to Steve, "I'm sure there's someone new that has captured your attention."
"No way," Steve answered.
I know better though.
I asked, "Well, what are you up to this Friday night?"
He said he was free, so we may do something. I don't know. I kind of wanted to ask Sue Croce out but I failed to do that.
I said to Sue, "I'm playing tour guide this weekend for my friend Ron who is coming from Southern Cal."
PHOTO: Golden Gate Bridge, June 16, 1986
via Helicopter View
Ron telephoned while I was speaking to Steve, so I hung up from Steve immediately.
Ron suggested, "I think we should go in to San Francisco when I come."
"We will. It's in the schedule."
"Great."
I liked ending with these words, "I will see you on Saturday!"
He's a cool cat. He really makes me laugh. We are the same age.
Ron says, "I'm crazy about you."
Feeling flattered I said, "I guess I could say the same about you."
He's a great friend number one at this time. It's true. He does have an Uncle Vito and another Italian Uncle who are deep in the syndicate in New York (so he says). They have oil and wine import/export business that covers as a front for importing and exporting everything else you can imagine.
Ron said, "I never got into it. It's scary to me if I got involved. What happens is once you're "in" you live by their rules so-to-speak because you know too much."
Yikes. It all sounded so exciting though. Anyway, Ron and I talked until one o'clock in the morning about what we may do this weekend.
"I'm so glad I have Monday and Tuesday off from work."
Ron said, "Yeah, we're going to have fun!"

Old (Italian syndicate) bosses used to be listened to out of respect, even when they proposed outdated ideas or gave ineffective orders; their decisions counted precisely because of their age.
-Rovert Saviano
"Gommorah"

Ellie-Mae

His life abounded with new starts, erotic escapades, friendships, aspirations and dissatisfactions.

-Stendhal
"The Red and the Black"
Twenty-five years ago today:

June 8, 1986
Sunday

Oh, it's 2AM and I have about three messages from Ron Leoni, discussing arguments he'd had with Peter (the guy he works for and his so-called friend). And so, I telephoned Ron at 2:20AM based on the urgency in his voice. We had an "okay" talk.
"Peter just has such a rambunctious attitude and he has such a feel for power."
I agreed with how annoying that could be in a person.

I went for breakfast at mom's house once I woke up on this Sunday morning. I asked how my brother Tony did in his entering of a second-chance drawing for the California Lottery. I'm not sure yet.
PHOTO: Tony, with lottery tickets, and Ellie-Mae June 1986
"Every day of my life I expect more out of myself."
-GLEE,
Episode I, Season I

I went bicycling and I ran into Erik Fairfax, Suzy Miller's friend from her old apartment building.  He rode his bike over to my place. He's into aerobics and he said he knows David Vigil (the flamboyantly gay, avid aerobics, running chap who works in my office).  Based on this fact I wondered if he might be gay.  I didn't utter a word, he didn't make a move.  He liked my place and left.   I'm fishing for a roommate but he's probably not a good choice.

I spent some time at mom's house with Ashley, Sherri, Tony, Helen and Ellie-Mae (Lauren Michael). I randomly thought of a Lauren nickname (Ellie-Mae) on this day.

I continued with some biking for a little longer until I decided it was time for a nap.

I received a phone call from Ron Leoni who shared the fiasco incident. It was some nonsense that Ron described where Peter pulled the blame on Ron about some glass-breaking incident. Ron seems nervous about it. Once we finished our conversation he became a bit more calm, cool and collected.
"I won't let it get to me," Ron implored.

I ate dinner at mom's house and then returned to my pad with intention of a good night's sleep. Ron telephoned again at about nine-thirty. I got up for a while and turned-in again. I did get a lot of sleep this weekend. I think the extra sleep was a good thing.

If He Only Knew

"Whether or not we are happy depends on our awareness."
-Thich Nhat Hanh
"Being Peace"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 7, 1986
Saturday

I received a phone call this morning from Johnny Schaefer. He was calling from Los Angeles.
"Mike, I have time off around June 28th. I was thinking of coming up there for a visit."
I replied, "Okay."
I hesitated a moment.
"That'd be fun," I added.
Johnny is a nice guy. He is. I had to thank him for the card he sent me.
"Thanks for sending me that card with the bunny rabbit on the bicycle. I really liked it."
He laughed. "It seemed so YOU."

I went downstairs and Mike Miller was still here! I guess he fell asleep after watching POLTERGEIST. He stayed the night and I didn't even know.
I said, "You know—you could have slept upstairs."
"Oh well…the couch was so comfortable."
Whatever--Mike left because he had to drive his mother to the Oakland Airport. Mrs. Miller was flying north to Seattle to visit Renee Miller who had recently moved there.

Mom and dad called me, inviting me over for breakfast. I went over in a flash and I ended up taking my niece, Ashley, to the South Shore beach and Lincoln Park.

After breakfast at mom's house and the excursion with Ashley I returned home to receive a happy answering machine message from Ron.
"Hey Mike, You are really something…I got your Birthday present. Thanks so much!" Ron exclaimed.
He seemed to really like it. He kept repeating four words in his message, "You are really something."
It made me feel good to know I made him feel good.


Ron is actually going to fly up here next weekend!  I'll show him a good time.  I already have tentative plans for us: Valentine's Day in Novato, Café San Marcos for drinks in The City, Gallagher's at Jack London Square, Wine Country, Lake Chabot, Spenger's Fish Grotto in Berkeley, a movie, a San Francisco tour of the City, Alameda and some spontaneity thrown in for good measure, too.  I have to see about getting next Monday and Tuesday off.


I napped for a while. I received a phone call from Tim O'Brien again. I made arrangements to meet him tonight at Houlihan's in San Francisco.


Mark Landreth finally called and left a message. I returned his call and I persuaded him to come over to my place.  We ended up going to Houlihan's together.  Our bartender at Houlihan's was named Suzanne and it was her birthday.  Tim O'Brien appeared and he looked like a goon with his shorts and baseball cap.  He was a bit obnoxious.
Mark whispered a funny question, "Where did you find him?"
I laughed, thinking 'If he only knew'. Imagine if I had said a gay hotel swimming pool area in Palm Springs.
Then we went to The Oasis in hopes of meeting another Annabelle Montero (the one that got away and neither of us ever heard from again). I met a gal named Katie Bean. She's an Arizona State College gal who is originally from Alameda. I also met Teena from Finland. We left by 1:30AM or so. Mark and I bid our farewells to Tim.


Mark liked the Palm Springs T-Shirt and postcard I bought for him (I think). He didn't stay the night over my house. We had an 'okay' time tonight. It was funny to see Cindy (was that her name?), the gal with the six year old that we'd met at Fat Fanny's at The Oasis tonight.  She's still searching.  Aren't we all?

He was destined to continue in his position of chief playmate, companion, and confidant for several years to come.
-Nial Kent
"The Divided Path"

No Plans

His head was in the clouds, yet he was incapable of breaking out of that most humiliating silence.
-Stendhal, a 19th-Century French writer
"The Red and the Black"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 6, 1986
Friday

I have no plans on this Friday night—but Steve Green did ask, "What are you doing tonight?"
Tim O'Brien also called to ask, "What are you doing tonight?"
I would rather go out with Mark. We will see if I end up staying home—or what.

Actually, that Tim is an interesting chap. Maybe I will make time for him. I like him. He's influential. Who knows? Opportunities could arise. He's young—but he's funny and interesting to just 'rap with'.

My work day flew by. I had lunch with Judy and LaVerne at B&M Chinese. Margaret had a Pac Tel lunch to attend.

I didn't even go for a bike ride along the beach as I'd intended. Instead, I ended up getting a call from Mike Miller. It was a nice, spontaneous call. We went off to Horatio's in Berkeley for dinner together. We arrived at eight-thirty and weren't seated until nine forty-five! It was worth it. Mike and I had a really good talk.

I actually revealed to Mike about my sperm donation a year or so ago. He seemed a bit surprised but he's cool about it. I like Mike. We went to my house and watched TEEN WOLF. I wrote out a couple of cards (to Paloma in Spain and Ron in Palm Springs) as we watched the movie. I was feeling so tired that I ended up going upstairs to bed. I left Mike downstairs to watch the end of the flick.


The plan always seemed a touch unrealistic didn't it?
-Revolutionary Road,
2008 motion-picture

My Best-Friend

"Our bodies tell us what we need."
-as heard in the 2011 film "HIGHER GROUND"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 5, 1986
Thursday

Strangely enough, I received more complements on my Palm Springs tan today (and more than on the two previous days).

Margaret Lai and I took a bus ride to Kaiser Hospital. She had to pick up some sort of prescription for herself. While we were on the bus an overweight man with a grody looking face got on. He had some sort of growth around his nose. It made me sick to look. Yet I felt so sorry for the man. I realized how very lucky I am. Others tend to forget.

I telephoned Ron Leoni. He received the black jaguar cat card I sent him (as a play on my alias name-Jake Jaguar). It sounded like the car really made his day. I'm glad I sent him a Birthday gift today. I hope he likes that.

I telephoned Mark Landreth at work.
"I just wanted to tell you that I called Sue Croce by guessing her telephone number."
Her number is 800-635-4300. Sue and I had a brief and pleasant talk. Mark and I had a good talk also. I had previously confided in Mark about Sue spending the night with me.
Mark announced excitedly, "I'll be at the gym but probably not until way later."
"Okay—I might see you there…not sure yet."
Mark is probably my best-friend these days.

After work I went bike riding. I ran into Birda. We went riding together.
"I really want to thank you for that bike picture you gave me for my Birthday."
We also discussed the idea of the "Le Tour de San Francisco" on July 13th. We spoke of other things. I enjoy riding and talking to Birda.

I called Yellow Pages Pac Bell Directory and learned that a Directory Office Rep. and a Directory Sales Rep. position are open in Los Angeles. I hope they get to the point of being offered to Pac Bell employees. I'd sure as hell apply for either one. I had mentioned a possible transfer to Los Angeles to Ron Leoni. He got rather excited about it. I guess he'd like to see me move down there. I don't know. It depends on my getting the job offer.

I went to the gym after cycling with Birda. I tried to return a call to Tim O'Brien but he wasn't home. His sister was probably having the baby.

I went to the gym. Dave (Mark's friend) was there. I spotted for him on the free weights. I did my usual Nautilus weight-training routine.
Dave said, "You know—Joyce is the type that every time you see her it's like meeting her for the first time."
"Yeah, I guess so," I replied even though I didn't know what the heck he was talking about.
"You know—per rumors she posed nude."
"I don't know about that."

Rick showed up and we talked a little while on the Life Cycle.
Rick said, "You know—I saw Steve in San Mateo last Friday night."
I thought, "So what."
I pretended to be interested and said, "He was probably at B Street, I guess."
I knew I would never indulge at that gay joint again. I despise the vibes.

Upon my return home from the gym I heard an answering machine message from Nici Maurino.
"Michael, I just want to apologize for not coming to your party."
I called her back and we had a relatively nice talk. She gave me a sales referral for tomorrow, too.

I wrote a postcard 'a la Palm Springs' for Paloma tonight. I also wrote one for Ron Leoni but it was a picture of the San Francisco BART train. I used the 'cherry and ice-cube' card for Ron.


Today was Hawaiian shirt day and 'bring your Senior Pic' day. Luckily I remembered at the last minute.

"They say travel is good for finding oneself…"
-Romantics Anonymous, 2011 French Film

Ray Stingray

"Sometimes a man can meet his destiny on the road he took to avoid it."
-The International, starring Clive Owen
2009 motion-picture thriller

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 4, 1986
Wednesday

My legs are still sore. I feel like I dressed for cold weather (black and brown colors) and it looks like it is going to get hot (yuck!).

Greg Manachevitz 'sort of' apologized to me for not being his regular self while in Palm Springs. He's very irregular at all times, so what is the difference?

I telephoned Ron Leoni at about 10AM today. He was still in bed.
"Hey, I'm glad to hear from you!" Ron said as I heard him blow smoke from a cigarette.
It was great to talk to him.

At lunch I went and bought John (my brother) and Ron gifts for their birthdays. I bought them each a shirt, t-shirt, socks and "undies". I hope they both like my selections.

I telephoned Amy Platt. She seemed happy to hear from me.
"I haven't spoken to Karen since your party," Amy announced.
"Why?" I asked.
"You know, Michael, that night of your party we had it out…and it was a big argument at that!"
She had me intrigued as to what had happened, so I took it upon myself to call Karen. I left a message on her answering machine: "Hi Karen, it is Michael. Please call me so we can get together and just 'plain' talk."

By the way, Amy has heard of (and eaten) at New York's famous "Mama Leoni's Pizza".

I called Ron Leoni a couple of more times on this afternoon. He's a good guy.

My left thigh was so sore all last night and today. It was murder. I could cry but I survived the day.

Once I was at home I wrapped Ron's birthday gift for mailing. I took a hot bath, hoping that would relieve some of my soreness.

Mike Miller called me. He and Greg came over to my pad and I was happy about it. I needed some company. Mike returned the videotape movie he had borrowed yesterday. I watched the movie VISION QUEST with them. While watching the movie I received a surprise phone call from Tammy Duhr.
Tammy sounded distressed and said, "Michael, I was in Yosemite during your Birthday Party. I'm so sorry I couldn't make it."
It was nice to hear from her again. We may beet up again soon.
I asked, "How about this weekend?"
"I'm off camping with Dad," she shrugged.
I knew she would rather be spending time with me.

Johnny Schaefer returned the phone call I had made to him today.
"At the end of June or early July I may have some time off to come up there again."
"That would be great," I said, realizing nervously that Ron Leoni had mentioned that he may be able to come around that time, too.
Either way—I hope Ron does come up here to Northern California sometime soon. He has never been up here. I think I could give him a good all-around tour.

Ray Stingray (Mark Landreth's alias) called me at around 9:15PM.
"Phil and Sue were at the gym. She asked for you."
I was sure that Mark had told them that I was at the gym yesterday.
"I figured you were slacking off since you didn't show up at the gym tonight," Mark announced.
"I was just so sore on my left thigh that I figured I'd take a break. I might just take it easy for a day. I don't want to overdo it."
Mark agreed.
Mark also said, "You especially shouldn't overdo it since you were just on vacation."
I laughed.

Mike and Greg left and I went to bed. I couldn't help myself and stated to telephone Mark again when Tammy called back to verify her telephone number. Tammy and I talked a bit more about Frank Vasconcellos and his 'low riding' ways. She went on about how Rick Clark ripped-off Sean when they were roommates for about three months. She has so many stories.

I am going to enter two events:
1.)  The Le Tour de San Francisco (and possibly win a trip to France) and 2.) a San Jose Bike and Hike Race that is scheduled for July 12th and 13th.  It will be fun.  I can't wait!

It's time for bed now. My legs are still sore. They're not as bad as yesterday though.
Yawn.


"Magic is just science that we don't understand yet."
-Arthur C Clarke
Science-Fiction author

Jake Jaguar

Worse than hunger or thirst, worse than being unemployed, unhappy in love or defeated and in despair, far worse than all those things, is feeling that no one, absolutely no one, cares about us.
-Paulo Coelho
"Like The Flowing River"

Twenty-five years ago today

June 3, 1986
Tuesday

Perhaps I slept too much last night. I feel "blah-zay" right now. I will survive. I know. I just dread seeing Paul Margolis at the office. I plan to be nonchalant and act my regular self. After all, I'm no different than before I left.

It was funny to have received fourteen messages while I was away. Two of the phone calls were wrong numbers. The others were mom, Helen, Jim Koran, Tim O'Brien, R.J., Stephanie, Al Martinez and one 'hanger-upper'. That about covered it with the phone calls.

It pisses me off that those who didn't attend my Birthday Party have not called me. Oh well.

I hope I start to feel more energetic as the day progresses.

Paul Margolis had best not give me a bad time. As it turned out, Paul never said one word to me which was fine. He glanced over my way though.

I had lunch with Margaret Lai and B&M Chinese.

I took a nap after work. I received two messages from R.J. (Ron Leoni). He also called me at work. What a neat guy. He's too cool. He'll probably get my letter today. I sent him the Black Cat card a la my alias: "Jake Jaguar".

I may invest by buying stock with JAGUAR, UNITED ARTISTS, BURROUGHS and CITICORP.

I think I got overly excited while I was pedaling on the Life Cycle. My left leg was sore all night long. I didn't sleep well at all.


Mike Miller came over to my place after the gym. We reminisced about how we both like Palm Springs.
Mike said, "I could move there. I'm considering it."


Steve Green telephoned and gave me a bad time while at work. He kept asking about his Residential Account. I tried to explain that I only handle Business Accounts. He is so hyper and a semi-obnoxious one. We'll see. I spoke to him last night and he got off the phone, claiming that he had lots of studying.


Mark Landreth and Dave talked to me for good while at the gym.
Mark said, "Lana sent me a picture from Hawaii."
I replied, "Oh yeah, some gal wants a picture of me, showing my tan line."

I wake every day with an utter determination to have my own way.
Anything could happen for me.
-Philippa Gregory
"The Other Boleyn Girl"