I’ve been sleeping a little better now that we don’t have the 5 AM interruption.
Atkinson got me the broom, mop and nail clippers when I asked for them, so I don’t know what to make of her, and Mena’s never all that friendly anyway.
Nancy and Peaches went to court today. I’ll feel bad for Nancy if she goes to prison. She’s so nice. Peaches says the only way she’ll leave Ad-Seg is if they give her a two-for-one. I hope they do. The fewer people I don’t like in the pod, the better. Then I don’t have to worry about getting stuck with them. I just wish Myra would hurry up and get out of here! If she’s still here at the end of the month, then she’ll probably be here for the rest of the time I’m here.
I still dread meeting with this PO, so afraid she’s going to have me thrown back in here on some fictitious violation. Once again, regardless of how she is, I can’t do what I can’t do. Period. She can try and demand I jump to the moon, but I can’t do the impossible. I refuse to rearrange my whole life for something I’m supposed to have written. I lost 6 months of my life to these freeloaders. They stole my freedom and they’re not about to steal my life, too. That’s just getting ridiculous, unfair and asking too much of me. But nothing’s been fair yet when it comes to me and my freeloader problems, so why should they be when I get out of here?
Anyway, I hope this shit for a PO (if I report to her) will allow Tom to accompany me. I’d certainly feel more comfortable.
After thinking about it, I’m not sure I should return to the same dentist. These people are in my mouth, so if anything they’ve heard has pissed them off, there’s no telling what they might do, although I’m sure they’d still be the same. No sense in taking chances, though.
I just want to know how the murderers, rapists and child abusers/molesters don’t always make the paper, but the journalist does. Even druggies don’t make the paper as much.
And how did the guy who burned a child’s hand on a stove (Nancy told me this one) receive just 5 years of probation and no jail time? Was it just for being a guy?
Both Nancy and Peaches received continuances on their cases. How cruel! I know why they do it, though. To punish the person by making them have to stay in jail longer (although they do get back time), to tease them with the suspense of not knowing what’s going to happen next, and to hopefully make more money if the person has money on their books.
Chavez just gave me my Kahn grievance back. It’s everything I expected it to be, with the sergeant protecting its own, saying that yelling for me to wait wasn’t being rude or disrespectful, it was orders given to me by an Officer.
Well, I’m sorry, but her tone of voice was rude and disrespectful and it was unnecessary and totally uncalled for. This sergeant wasn’t there. I was. Also, at 35 years of age, I don’t do “orders” from anybody. You just don’t tell me what to do, and I don’t care who you are or what the courts say.
I just thought of something that contradicts the pig being friends with the black bitch. If he’s her buddy, then why didn’t he come after me when I failed to appear in court on account of that subpoena I never got? I just don’t get that part of it. He took the time to drag me into the city for questioning, but not for a bench warrant?
Chavez just said it’s 6:00. Another 3½ hours till dinner.
I was surprised that with all the ice cream I ate last night it didn’t upset my belly like dairy tends to.
It’s been quiet next door for hours! Mouth must be sleeping for it to be this quiet.
Mary and Mouth just got into an argument next door, and Chavez was her usual threatening self, telling them to get along or she’d put their heads through the wall. I told Chavez she could put Mary in here if need be, but she said she isn’t moving anybody.
How the fuck does Mary stand that mouth that’s as loud as a black? How can she even hear her radio or concentrate on her writing?
Now the mouth is pissed that it’s 8:30 and dinner’s still not here. I’m pissed, too. I don’t like the 13-hour stretches between meals. I’m forced to save and eat all the damn bread to hold me over, but it doesn’t help much. I wish commissary sold some healthier stuff too, and not just junk because then I’d use them as a grocery store.
Oh, what these freeloaders have done to my life!!!
We got burritos tonight, but we got our old portions and not even the usual 2 pieces of bread. The potatoes were horrible. Totally inedible. They were loaded with pepper so bad the whole room smelled of it. We had milk instead of the usual sugar-water juice.
I’m considering letting Mr. Arpaio himself know that if we don’t start receiving our PM meal at 6:00, and that if some of this food doesn’t improve, I’ll file every lawsuit imaginable when I get out of here.
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