Archive for August 1991

Hate my bozo hairdo

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


Hairdo drawing from the Wall Street JournalYesterday was my 27th birthday.  I had lost my money card the night before so we had no money to do anything special, but it was nice anyway.  Mama sent me a Big Red treasure chest full of six jugs of the stuff.  Station!  It’s so groovy I’m gonna put towels in it.  Bill gave me some Bill & Ted’s trading cards. Today Sue gave me a groovy bracelet with big yinyangs, I love it.

Bill’s brother Mike is coming to see us next Saturday, and then on Sept. 20th Tom Radtke’s coming up for Kraftwerk.


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Work dramas

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


Robo Spy drawing from the Wall Street JournalWow! I read that back, and it seems like a million years ago, not four days.  No wonder I can’t even remember when it was that something happened; I cram so much shit into my life that it seems like I’m living a month for every two weeks that go by.


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Broker than hell

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


Drawing from the Wall Street JournalWell, things are pretty bleak right now.  I am broker than I’ve ever been in my whole life. Today’s Bill’s birthday and he has to take us out to dinner.  Work was yet another day of sheer hell.  No time for lunch, and only enough money for a hot dog anyway. Worst of all, I checked my bank balance.  My rent check is definitely going to bounce.  Well, why don’t I wait a week or so and see if the bank pays it or not.  Maybe they will, knowing I have direct deposit money coming on the 14th.  What if they return it unpaid to the realty place? This has never happened to me before.  I certainly can’t pay it right now!


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I go stir crazy

Note: This is a journal entry — it was written on paper or on my computer, then transferred to my website, maybe years later.


drawing from the Wall Street JournalBill’s gig went okay.  It was him and Zwicky and Matt on guitar & wa-wa, and Paul on bari sax. Even before they started, Nora (the owner’s girlfriend and co-proprietor) came up to them and warned them to play really quiet.  Ha ha. Like, the essence of their music is noise, how are they supposed to do it quietly?  So they wouldn’t let them play until 10:45.  They played for an hour, and everybody was clapping, but they all left during the second set.  I wish I had some girlfriends in this neighborhood.  I talked to Robin a little last night, and met a girl named Zoe who makes cool clothes.


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