Tuesday, July 31, 1984

My ex-beau misplaced his car keys and turned the house upside-down looking for them. He even accused me of taking and hiding them. He finally found them underneath his bed in the bedroom, where he had dropped them. Then he left, and after his tirade last night and this morning, I didn't care. I don't understand what the big deal is, me not liking most of the people I've met here so far. I'm sure there are plenty of people here I would like. I also didn't know anything about his keys.

The houses I've liked have been in the Indian, Spanish or Mexican sides of town. My ex-beau told me that I could live there. I asked why, but he didn't explain.