Nancy’s at Medical now getting an inhaler for her own asthma. I searched through her stuff to see if she had the juice packet I’m missing and I didn’t find it. She either drank it without my noticing, or more than likely, commissary fucked up and shorted me one.

Some DO I’ve never seen before that was breaking for Laborde, asked me what I’ve been doing. “Now that’s a stupid question,” I said to the DO. “What do you think I’ve been doing? Playing with myself?”

As always, I enjoyed my visit with Tom yesterday, but was sad to hear Cocoa died. All that’s left now are Gizzy and Freddie, but I’m sure they’ll be gone when I get home.

I told him I wanted to reapply for disability even if the PO were a sweetheart to save as many of the $40 monthly fees as possible, but he said we’d still have to pay that.

Figures. The freeloader always wins.

He started planting vegetables. Things like peas, asparagus, tomatoes, cauliflower and more.

Vasquez was on yesterday and the day before. That woman is “the bomb,” as they say. She’s so cool. She told us a little about herself and gave us extra lunches on both days.

She was telling us that part of their training at the academy requires them to be maced with pepper spray and stun-gunned so they know what it’s like.

Ugh! I can’t imagine going through that shit!

Yesterday was funny because I woke Carol up when I was chatting with Silvia, Mindy and Lisa. She was pissed! Good, because she woke Marilyn and I up so I owed her one.

Lisa said she sleeps all night and is up all day. Forget it. I don’t want her as a celly.

I slept better last night and feel a bit more comfortable with Nancy now that I’m getting to know her.

Both sides of the original earbuds are shorting. So I tried the newer pair again and both sides work! Guess I can hold off on getting another pair.

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Merci beaucoup, Nancy! Nancy swiped the pen I’m writing with from Medical. It’s so nice to be able to write with a pen again, although it’ll be even nicer to type on my computer!

I almost feel guilty for telling her I’d have Tom call her friend for her to have her remove her long-distance blocks, when in fact I never even gave the number to Tom. I didn’t think she’d be here long, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized she would be here for a while. She was arrested on a probation violation which escalated to assault when she fought that cop, so now she’ll be bound over for trial unless she pleads guilty, but even if she pled guilty, she’ll be here for at least a month. Maybe even a few. She’ll know more when she talks to her public defender, or as she more appropriately puts it – public pretender.

We’re hiding the pen inside her mattress. There’s a hole in the seam and we jam it in there which is a place not even Palma would look. We agreed that if we get caught with it, the person it’s on at the time has to take the fall for it while the other says they know nothing about it. So if I get caught with it I’ll say I found it on the dayroom floor. I’d probably get on restriction for 10 days.

Arajo’s turned out to be OK, though her liking me is far from mutual. Yeah, she’s given me the eye a couple of times. I came back from visitation crying and she asked me what was wrong. I told her I still had 68 more days, and she said that’ll go by real fast and told me a little bit about when she was in the army and it was her first time away from home when she was 26.

I had warned Nancy that Arajo would treat her like shit till she got to know her, but Nancy might’ve sunk her chances. She had the balls to ask the 6’, 200+ pound bull butch if she was a butch, and Arajo was not happy about it. Nancy had asked her earlier about going to Medical for a breathing treatment. As I expected, Arajo wasn’t the least bit sympathetic any more than Johnson was when I tried to tell her that no, I wasn’t just having an anxiety attack as she insisted, but was having trouble breathing too, and needed to go to Medical for an inhaler. She asked Nancy, “Why are you having trouble breathing? You’re talking.” Then she looked up at me questioningly and I just shrugged. Nancy still insisted she needed to go and Arajo said she’d call Medical, but we knew she never did. Anyway, Arajo said in response to her question, “For someone who’s having trouble breathing, you sure do ask rude questions.”

I must admit it was pretty funny, and Nancy was like, “Well, it’s an honest question!”

Although Nancy and I have had a few laughs, I still don’t think she’s all that good of a celly. I wish she’d leave or something. Later, when Arajo caught me crying again after Nancy had fallen asleep, she came in and asked what was wrong and I told her I was homesick. I also mouthed, “I don’t like her,” and pointed below me. She’d said she’d tell the next shift, whatever that means. I mean, what are they going to do? Move me tonight? Or move Nancy?

It turned out that Rylel was on next. She asked me how I was. By this time, although I was exhausted, I felt better. I told her she could shut our lights off. I crashed around 1:00 and got up at 9:30. We both slept later. She napped for a little while today, too.

Nancy has court tonight and was a little wound up, so she got off while I stayed up on my bunk so she could have some privacy. She loves to play with herself from what she tells me. She loves women, too. Like most people, she likes equals. I like opposites. She likes white girls around her size. I usually prefer Hispanic, Indian, or something dark that’s bigger than me. I like them to be at least 5’ 3”, preferably taller. The tallest woman I’ve been with was 5’ 6”.

Nancy likes redheads. Yuck! Redheads suck. The only good-looking redhead is Johnson, but I’m thinking of becoming one myself when I get out. Not bright, fiery red, but a deep, dark coppery red.

Nancy and I were singing earlier. She’s actually not that bad.

She made me a paper box (I put the aspirin the DOs pass out in it) out of magazine pages. She made the box out of a picture of ballerinas I picked out, and the lid with a picture of a girl in a bikini. We were both drooling over that body! The flat stomach, the straight, thin thighs…

“At least you still have that hourglass shape,” Nancy told me.

Yeah, a rather exaggerated one. I’m about 36-28-36. I miss my old measurements of 33-24-33.

Nancy loves licking pussy, she told me, but that’s mostly because she’s the dominant one in relationships, unlike me. It’s something I’ve never done before or even cared to do. I’ve been the receiver as far as that goes.

Right now, though, I’d be content just to have Palma come in here and give me a hug and a kiss and chat with me for a while. Her undivided attention would be sufficient enough since I can’t just go home now.

We’ve been judging the DOs. She said she’d do Wilder.

How boring.

We both agree Kahn’s OK and that Espi’s one gorgeous 50-year-old, though I wouldn’t want them. She thinks Bryant’s gay, but I never would’ve pegged her for being gay.

I totally dig Johnson. She’s not that butchy. She still has long hair. Yes, you can tell she’s gay, but she’s not dyky like Arajo is.

We were debating whether or not Palma’s part Indian. I don’t think she’s part Indian. I think she’s part black. Especially because of the kinky hair. Indians don’t have kinky hair.

Anyway, if you swipe something like a pen in jail and you don’t intend to use it much, it becomes money. Nancy said she wanted to sell it and I told her I’d buy it from her. (it’s full) I’m buying her a few bucks worth of treats, but she says she’ll share them with me anyway. She might get money on her books soon because she remembered her friend’s address. Good. Then Tom’s not calling won’t matter. I’m keeping the pen under my mattress where it’s out of view, but if Palma’s ever on again, or if I do go back to A, I’ll keep it on me.

Fucking LaBorde noticed my extra towel because I was dumb enough to forget to cover it, so there goes my pillow again. I’m getting pretty known for extra towels and rubber bands. I get them – they take them. They know just what to look for.

Got a letter from Tom. It was shorter because he wanted to get those doll pictures out to me. So now I have a good variety to show people. He said he’d look for jokes online. That’d be cool.

A part of me misses A Tower. I know Palma’s been there way more often than she’s been here, there’s the mice, of course, and as funny as it may sound, I slept better there than here.