July 2nd, 1995

## Carrie

\*\*\*Posted July 3rd, 1995

**July 2**
Where did the month of June go?

Being the big chicken that I am, I almost called in sick to work on Tuesday. But I didn't, I went in, and both Hank and I handled "the issue" the most mature way that we knew how.

We completely ignored it.

So work is good again. Hank must have gotten the hint, and we didn't have to openly discuss it. (I know I must come off as this cool hip chick who discusses everything on the Internet, but in real life, not so much.) The thing worked itself out, no one got hurt, and now we can go back to the way things were without any problems. (Here's a scary thought about my life: If this were a novel, that would be foreshadowing.)

Dinner last night was great. Lon's girlfriend Joanne came over and cooked up a big pasta dinner. The food was really good, and it was a lot of fun. Joanne invited Britt as well. That was really nice of her.

It was very pleasant conversation. I talked to Joanne for a while about her dreams of acting. Lon and Britt get along well, which to me is great but it's odd, because she doesn't let him get away with anything. As soon as he says something even mildly stupid or sexist, she goes right for the jugular. I thought that would annoy him, but he finds it cool. They are a lot of fun to watch.

The funny thing about the evening was that Joanne was really goofing on Lon in front of us. Lon started acting weird towards the end of the night, but I don't know why. I don't think he can handle her as an independent woman who might also be friends with us. He needs her to be "his woman."

Or maybe he's afraid that I'll turn her into a Lesbian.

July 2nd, 1995
## Lon

\*\*\*Posted July 3rd, 1995

7/2
The Dinner Party

Never would have taken Joanne to be a gourmet. For once, I was right; her cooking sucked.

The saving grace from the horrible menu were the 5 bottles of Bordeaux Tara was sent from Paris. Washed everything clean away. At least the taste of her cooking.

The evening sucked, although I was the only one who seemed to think so. Joanne walks into The Spot in this hideous dress with a feathered boa around her neck. She looked like an even tackier version of Ginger on Gilligan's Island. We're all hanging out in jeans, sweatshirts, normal stuff. She comes breezing in like she's attending some gala affair. I just want a girl I can kick back and have fun with, is that too much to ask? Maybe so. Joanne cannot relax, cannot be normal. She is constantly putting on a show for all who might care to watch. She is always on stage.

So Sequin lady strolls into my living room, and greets everyone in that sugary sweet baby voice, AND EVERYONE ATE IT UP! Every one of them loved her. Under normal circumstances, it would be unheard of to have my housemates like the girl that I bring over to The Spot. Tara usually watches the girls I bring home with that Hawk eye that drives me crazy and Michelle just sort of acts unfriendly. Jeff will pitch in an occasional sneer for good measure (glad he wasn't around). Everyone's got a different neg reaction, like they don't want me to be happy or something. Until they all fell in love with Joanne. Maybe I've got them all figured out wrong, but how could they not notice what a freak she is?

The night crept by and I was miserable. Joanne, with the approval and enthusiasm of Tara, Michelle and Carrie, proceeded to humiliate me and love every second of it. She told everyone how nervous I was my first day in acting class and said that my lip was twitching before she went to kiss me. Then she said that the inside of my car looked like a Burger King trash bin. I swear, she should have been grateful I even picked her up that night. It was one thing after the next, and I was getting so pissed. Why would she invite herself over only to make me look like an idiot? I don't get it.

The only person at the dinner who was at all sympathetic to me was Carrie's friend, Britt. Thank God I had someone there to make me comfortable in my own house. She didn't say she was on my side or anything, it was just implied in her attitude. She's not really a girlie girl; Britt's much cooler. Carrie's very lucky to have hooked up with someone like Britt; she's as friendly as a puppy and seems to want to befriend any girl. Glad Britt got her before Joanne. Maybe Britt will open her eyes to new things.

By midnight or so, everyone was drunk and merry. (I was the only person who was drunk and NOT merry). Tara, the concerned citizen that she is, tells Joanne that she absolutely must stay over, mustn't drive home drunk. Carrie agrees. So much for friends. I wanted Joanne out of my face after such a lousy evening, but I couldn't even have that.

Two a.m. rolls around, and I am ready to pass out. So I stumble upstairs and what do I find? Can you guess? Joanne and her boa (nothing else) are now sprawled on my bed, on top of the covers, looking sexy and meowing like a cat.

Alright, so sue me. I'm a man and I couldn't resist. The whole thing was forceful and angry. She seemed to like it even better that way.

Psycho is sleeping now in my room, MY bed, smiling like a little angel. Devil is more like it. I really wish she'd get the hell out. Great sex is not worth this headache. I mean, if sex is all there is, then what is there really? I want nothing to do with her.

**July 2nd, 1995**
## External links

* Carrie's entry
* Lon's entry