July 19, 1964, Sunday. Called Byron’s house I think his sister answered.
Another boring day. Went to Pearl’s pool and sat in the boiling sun. so miserable I hated it, my sister Donna came too. Came home and washed my hair. By the way Sal Romero called last night. That BUG! I won’t go out with him again. Stayed home all night. Called Byron’s house, I said I was the wrong number. Called Donna’s friend Teri, I wanted her to call Byron’s house and ask about his truck and sorta bring up my name. Had it all planned, than found out she couldn’t call Or-01014. I was so mad! I guess I’m going t sit home alone all Summer without anyone to love. I guess Byron forgot about me.
My girlfriends and I would get together and make Prank Calls. We’d disguise our voice and when we got a guy on the phone, we’d apologize for dialing the wrong number. We tried not to laugh when he said he liked our sexy voice and he spilled the beans about his life. We never got caught and finally realized it was immature and a waste our time being so silly and needy.
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