Wednesday, August 1, 1984

CHAPTER 8, 1984

My ex-beau and I had a lovely time looking at houses.

I repaired my acrylic fingernails and they needed it. Several were cracked and chipped, and the new growth at the cuticle needed to be filled in with new material. They looked nice again.

My ex-beau isn't concerned with anything conservative. I am the one concerned with couponing, utility prices, reasonable priced housing, etc. I didn't put a $150.00 muffler system on my car; one of my roommates rigged a cherry-bomb, glass-pack, type muffler to my exhaust pipe for $20.00. I didn't install a $120.00 battery in my car; I bought a five-year guaranteed $42.55 special-sale battery. I don't buy $3.00 pairs of socks; I don't buy hose at all. I don't buy $15.00 ties; I've spent less than $1.00 on clothes this year. But to my ex-beau, I am a Liberal, although I don't know how anyone could be more conservative in my circumstances than I am. I don't even go anywhere because I can't afford to go, and I'm only here because he's picking up the tab. I realize that he's talking politics and he's right. I can't be a Conservative, when I personally feel and see so much pain around me. The hunger and want I see on my block in my city and on the faces of the people of my town, doesn't endear me to the politics of this country. It especially sickens me that in one of the richest countries in the world, people are going hungry, and with all the cuts in everything, they are getting hungrier.

The Democratic Vice Presidential Candidate, Geraldine Ferraro, has practically called President Reagon unreligious.