July 15th, 1995

## Carrie

\*\*\*Posted July 16th, 1995

**7/15/95**When you've lost your job and you have no prospects and no money,
there's only one thing to do...

A day at the beach.

The sun in my face, the wind in my hair and the roar of the ocean in my ears.... or is that the roar of my landlord I hear?

It was truly a wonderful day; relaxing and social. One of the main reasons I moved to California, and one of the main reasons I'm staying.

I was digging in the sand with Spotnik. I was making a sand castle and I think Spotnik was burrowing for a bone he buried in the sand twenty-three years ago. Britt sat down next to us.

"Carrie... I'm completely broke," she said. And as reassuringly as I could, I responded, "Me too."

"I'm already a month past due on my rent," she said.

"You could live in your car," I joked.

"I'm two months past due on my car."

"There's two extra bedrooms at the spot, maybe Jeff would let you crash for a while..."

I wish someone had snapped a shot of the "Yeah, Right" face Britt made.

"You could share Spotnik's dog house," I said. Britt made another classic face.

"Or you could share my room."

"I don't want to invade your space."

"We'll split my rent. It's the perfect solution to our personal economic crisis."

"Will your housemates care?"

"I think they'll be thrilled that we can cover the rent." "Whadda you say, roomie?"

Britt smiled and gave me a huge hug.

Lon thought the idea was "bitchin'" He even offered to help Britt move. She said, "Great. As long as you go easier on my dishes than you did on Hank." Lon laughed, held up two fingers in a peace sign, and then went running into the water.

Today we relax at the beach. Tomorrow we lug boxes!

July 15th, 1995
## Tara

\*\*\*Posted July 16th, 1995

**15 July 1995**Continuing with the Slacker motif, I am spending the day basking in the sun, leisurely bronzing my skin.

Oh, occasionally I'll raise my hand to my mouth in order to suck down some more Tropical cooler. And if I gather my strength, I just might I engage in the Frisbee football game already in progress ... all the Spotmates are playing. Who knows? This whole writing thing is draining me already. Ahhh, summertime.

We now have two officially unemployed Spotmates! Carrie and I finally caught up on what's been going on. If you don't know this already, she quit the bookstore. But she didn't do it alone -- Brittney also quit. None of this surprises me all that much; I had gone into the Book Zone a while back and got a sense that their boss, Hank, was not exactly the nice guy he pretended to be. He's got that kind of face that's always smiling, but something else is going on behind the eyes. I mentioned this to Carrie, but she couldn't see it.

She is so naive sometimes. Nice guy Hank apparently has a boundary problem. That's the "politically correct" way to put it. Carrie probably let things go too far before realizing there was a problem. Put bluntly, Hank offered Carrie a promotion providing she give him a little lovin'. Poor girl. I don't even know if she's ever had sex. She comes to Los Angeles and has the worst experiences with every guy she lets remotely close to her. Well, in a grand show of support, Britt walked right out with Carrie. What a friend. (I wish you could've heard the two of them telling this story; taking the words out of each other's mouths, laughing at "inside" jokes.)

Carrie and Britt were not the only people angry at Hank. The other day, Carrie went in to start her shift the day after Hank "made his move" and he was all bruised up -- cuts on his face and everything. Carrie thinks that Lon got so angry when he found out what happened, that he went back to the bookstore and roughed him up. Lon has adamantly denied this. "Hey man, I'm a pacifist!" I'm not sure what to think. Maybe Hank has enemies all over town.

I haven't seen much of Michelle lately. But I just looked down the beach and saw her entertaining a small crowd of guys with her charms. I wonder, does she do it just because she can? Seems like a game, but I know she's not that secure.

The more friendly (if that's the right word) I get with Jeff, the worse I'm feeling about posting the story about his childhood. I can't help but think that he might find out what I did; that would be ruinous. All I can say is, please PLEASE don't tell him. I'll be good next time.

Suntan turn over time! Ahh, to be a pig on a skewer.

Tara

**July 15th, 1995**
## External links

* Carrie's entry
* Tara's entry