July 16th, 1995

## Michelle

\*\*\*Posted July 17th, 1995

**7/16**In LA, when the going gets tough, the tough get going ... to the beach!
The whole gang enjoyed some fun-in-the-sun!

Worked up a sweat with a little frisbee football, and then worked up a tan with a couple of wine coolers. Just what the doctor ordered.

Talk about relaxing ... this was the first time that we all went to the beach without Spotnik or Lon slobbering all over me. Look at this picture that I took. I guess this proves that Lon is NOT full of hot air. A real photo-op.

I did hang out with "The Three Musketeers" for a little while. That is getting a little annoying. Did someone say "clique?" I think it has a lot to do with Britt. Now you know that I only have nice things to say about everybody I live with, but that girl is a little much sometimes. She walks around The Spot like she lives there! This afternoon, I had to wait to get in my own bathroom because she was taking a shower! With the amount of time the two of them are in the bathroom, Britt should start paying rent to us!

Britt is always coming and going from Carrie's room. I'll admit, I'm wondering what's going on. People don't just "bunk" together. This isn't the Brady Bunch house. I'm not against two people spending a lot of time together. Joanne spends a ton of time here, but we get along fine. Some people need to be reminded of what the word "guest" means.

July 16th, 1995
## Lon

\*\*\*Posted July 17th, 1995

**7/16****Alright, I'm a loser. I tried to break up with Joanne. I really tried. Friday night she came over and we went out to the side patio where we could talk ... I guess there was a heaviness in my attitude because she seemed to know something was up. I put Plan "A" into action --- Flatter her and say I'm not good enough for her. I started telling her how special she was to me. She cut me off immediately. "Are you trying to break up with me? If you are, just come out and say it." My mind said "Alright, switch to Plan "B"--- The bluntly honest approach." Unfortunately, my mouth did not cooperate. "Uhhh no, not exactly" I said.**

"Then what exactly are you trying to say?" The girl is tough.

Suddenly, a golden moment of clarity came upon me. I knew exactly what I had to say. "I think that the way we both feel about each other in most of our common interest that the idea of only seeing each other and creating space for our individual personalities to work for us as a couple is going to need some maintenance" (or something like that). Obviously my moment of clarity collapsed on my brain.

Next thing I know we're in my bedroom making out. "Hold it! We can't do this anymore!" I said courageously.

"Why not?" She asked, as she slid her hands down my pants. "You seem to be enjoying it."

I stood up quickly. "I want to break up!" I said.

The girl didn't cry. She didn't get hysterical. She just smiled and said "Are you going to make me go home now?"

"No, you can stay over if you want." I'm such a wuss.

So Joanne ended up staying over Friday night. But nothing happened! Alright, almost nothing.

Saturday the whole gang went to the beach. Yes, Joanne too... she packed for the long haul. What happened to the girl that liked to make it --- and then bolt?! I pretty much ignored her at the beach, and spent most of my time with Carrie and Britt. The three of us are getting tight. Michelle looked delicious all oiled up as she baked in the sun...making me question my judgment about blowing my shot with her last week. The highlight of the day was when we all played frisbee football. I made sure I was on opposite sides of Joanne. I didn't want to be in a huddle with that psycho. Somehow Tara got Jeff to play. He's a good athlete for a dick.

**Today, I helped Britt move into Carrie's room. Now that they are both unemployed, this is the only way the two of them can afford to not become among the multitude of Santa Monica's homeless. If I don't start getting some work soon, I may have to move in there with them.**

July 16th, 1995
## External links

* Tara's entry
* Michelle's entry
* Lon's entry