- New Years Eve party turned into a nightmare that lasted until 5 in the morning
- Planning a New Years Eve Party at my house tomorrow night!
- Nana reminds me of Endora the Witch, from the TV show Bewitched!
- My mother wore the famous “Scandal Suit,” while I preferred a black fringe bikini
- Why does Nana have to be so terrible to my Mom, it makes me sad!
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Monthly Archives: September 2013
March 6, 1964, Friday. Cute boy Mike liked me today. Told him I was going Steady. (It felt good to say it.) Boring day. Went to School with Marilyn. My hair looked good, but I felt fat. Was such a … Continue reading
March 5, 1964, Thursday. Preston’s fourth Birthday. Wish Howard would call. I want to be with him every minute. Press is four today. He got a wagon and some other toys. Mom had to take me to school, in the … Continue reading
March 4, 1964, Wednesday, Ugly Day – We almost got in a fight about Tijuana. He lies to me. Drove to school. Looked ugly all day because my hair was a mess. Came home did my roots. Than we had … Continue reading
Howard’s car looked so bitchen. It’s on a rake, with head rests, new hub caps and a vibronsonic radio.
March 3, 1964, Tuesday. Don’t think we’re using Lou’s Band. What am I going to tell Howard. Saffron Club Picture Night. Drove to school. So windy I could hardly stand up. Had subs in most classes. After school came home, … Continue reading
Every girl I knew carried Maybelline Black Liquid-Eyeliner in her purse and wanted to look like Jean Shrimpton in 1964.
March 2, 1964, Monday, Told everyone I’m going with Howard. Ugly windy day. Drove to school. It rained last night. It was so windy my hair blew apart as soon as I got out of the car. Latest news is … Continue reading
March 1, 1964, Sunday. Howard lies, and he still hasn’t told me he loves me. I haven’t told him either. Had to sleep on the couch, because Teri slept over. Drove her to Church. On the way, saw Marilyn. She … Continue reading
He smells so clean, like Jade East cologne and freshly starched shirts. We’re going steady I guess. (He never asked me, or gave me a St. Christopher)
February 29, 1964, Saturday, Howard acted like he loved me. I’m not such a prude anymore. Bitchin night. Went to the beach. Howard wasn’t there. It was so windy I almost got blown in the water. Found out Howard really … Continue reading