Already they attempted to pull one of us. What is it with this room? Chambers was on and she told Marilyn to roll up so someone with the last name Estep could move in because they needed a lower bunk. Marilyn, who was protesting, wasn’t getting anywhere with Chambers. Chambers was like, “Too bad, girl.”

That’s when I jumped in and said, “No way, Chambers! Enough of this constant moving around bullshit!”

Then Chambers told her to forget it, if only to keep me from whining and bitching all day, and moved Estep, who I think is Mindy, into the lower bunk next door. We thanked the hell out of Chambers for sparing poor Marilyn yet another move and me another celly.

We told Chambers some jokes and she had one for us: What did the ocean say to the beach?

Nothing. It just waved.

Another thing I like better about Marilyn than Ida is that she’s a heavy sleeper, so I can blast my radio at night.

Ida asked how I was doing. She says Carol snores a little but sleeps a lot and is quiet and we might be a good match in the future. Sheila, who said she doesn’t like the small rooms anyway, just went to A Tower. I asked Arajo, who’s on now, why she went to A Tower, but she claims she doesn’t know and was simply told to move her.

Some ugly, loud-mouthed bitch with lips bigger than a black’s just rolled in. She’s with Julia.

Ida finally got a letter back about her motion to modify her sentence, but not the stay of execution of sentence due to her lawyer’s fuck-ups. As I knew it would be, it was denied. Has any ever not been denied? I don’t know why people even bother with things that simply don’t work, and why these things exist if they know they’re just going to deny them.

Marilyn and I just told Arajo some jokes. That’s the first time this bitch ever laughed and smiled at me. In fact, she really smiled. I’m perceptive enough to know just what that smile meant, too.

Forget it Arajo! Don’t even think about it. You’re too mean and ugly for me.

I forgot to mention that Marilyn woke me up a few times early this morning, but it wasn’t her fault. She got sick with the runs. I awoke to her farting and toilet flushing. I’m amazed it didn’t stink in here.

Got a letter from Helen. It was nice. She said it sounded like I was making the best of a bad situation, asked me about books (what kinds I like reading), and mentioned hearing about the meal cut. She also said not to give up on her entirely yet, as far as visiting goes.

I told her that although the food sucks, it’s cold, and the showers are cold half the time, jail isn’t that bad. Especially when you’ve got a good celly, if you can’t be alone, and the DOs know you and treat you well.

Numerous DOs have told me they know my case is bullshit and that they feel I shouldn’t be here, so I think that’s part of it. I guess I don’t come across to them as your typical inmate personality-wise, from what they tell me, nor in looks because I have all my teeth and no tattoos.

Anyway, I told Helen I was still worried about the probation thing. Also, I was unable to concentrate on reading much in here and told her how hard it is to get books here. I told her all I do is write and listen to music.

As for the meal cut, I think Arpaio, who’s no better than Hitler, is asking for riots and trouble for himself. We’re on the border of being starved as it is. We’re fed nothing but starch and empty calories, but I don’t care because I hardly eat any of this shitty food anyway. When I get out I’m going to eat like a pig and to hell with how fat I get! I’ll be fat again in a heartbeat for all I care just to get out of here, go home to Tom and the animals, and sleep 8 hours straight in a real bed.

Lastly, I told her not to worry about visiting because I know she’ll see me when she can.

Although I know this sleep deprivation curse where I sleep 4-6 hours with a zillion interruptions is mainly a punishment, I still feel I’m being prepared for something on the outs. It’s a feeling I just can’t shake.

How did Dairy Queen get pregnant?

Burger King forgot to wrap his whopper.

Another joke from Marilyn.

Marilyn was here during the riot they had about 5 years ago. She’s the first one I talked to so far who’s witnessed it up close and personal. When I interviewed her, so to speak, she told me that this was her seventh 6-month sentence. Damn!

Anyway, she was out in the tents when it happened. The guys got fed up with the place. Although they agreed amongst each other not to fuck with the women’s tents, they beat and raped Osborne and torched their own tents. There’s only a chain-link fence separating the women and men, and Marilyn said that as soon as she saw that fence was coming down, she ran. All the women were put in holding tanks in the intake area. Marilyn said they were parading one of the male DOs around in his boxers.

Now that one’s funny!

Thank God I’m in a cell in case they riot while I’m here. I’d rather be in a cell with one person than in the dorms or tents where there are hundreds.

As Marilyn agrees, no one gets along with Melinda. She flipped when Marilyn referred to her as “hard-headed.” I’d hate to see how she’d react to being referred to as a lot worse than that!

Maria says she’s going to work on getting over to Alpha after she gets sentenced on the 13th. Oh God, please get that loudmouth out of here!

Just gave Arajo the joke pages, and Marilyn went to bed.