Monday, July 30, 1984

My ex-beau took me on a road trip around town. I looked at all the houses and his house is the smallest one I've seen. You can go for miles without seeing a 'for sale' sign.

He took me to an out-of-the-way tavern, but the patrons didn't seem very friendly. Everyone seemed kind of cold and callous. I made the mistake of telling my ex-beau that. It made him mad, so, he took me to his home and left. He came home later and proceeded to throw papers everywhere, because I didn't care for the people I met tonight. Big deal!