Just thought I’d do some writing while I wait for Tom to return from the PO. Hopefully, he’ll have my supplies.

My coffee, mugs and coffeemaker came yesterday. The coffeemaker got added to the stuff for sale since I don’t need it.

It’s a good thing I quit watching my weight cuz these appetite suppressants are worthless. You gotta pay the big bucks to get results. Anyway, I slipped down a couple of pounds because I bounced for an hour yesterday and had around 2000 instead of an outrageous 2500, though 2000 is still a little overkill for someone my height and age.

One thing I do know and that’s that I’m sick of shitting! Sometimes I do it twice a day and it hasn’t had any effect on my weight whatsoever, so I think I’m going to cut down on the fiber.

In Mary’s latest draft that I received yesterday, she talks about how she blames Justin’s parents for having a major hand in making him the monster he is, but why doesn’t she open her eyes and blame the one who should really be blamed right along with the sick cock himself – God! Why does she worship him so? It’s like kissing the hand that slaps you and it makes no sense! Just no sense.

She really fucked herself over during her interrogation and made the same mistake I did by not exercising her right to remain silent. When I read the parts leading up to and after the murder, my first thought was, oh no! I hope she didn’t tell this to the pigs. When the pigs asked why she didn’t call them, she said she was scared. That was bad. She should’ve kept her mouth shut. Especially in regard to that one. Pigs and judges find that a poor excuse. Just the fact that she boarded two buses with the sicko and still didn’t turn his ass in is probably about the worst thing she could’ve told them. I can’t stress it enough to her or to anyone that the pigs are never our friends. It’s one thing to call a pig when you come home to find your house broken into or to call a pig cuz someone stole your car, but when they go to you, people should never trust a pig. Never. Not even if they claim it’s pertaining to someone else. Pigs are professional liars and bluffers and so people should keep their mouths shut, even if they threaten to book them out of spite for exercising their right to keep quiet which I’d say - let them. If anything, spite arrests just may make a person a little richer in the end. Nonetheless, I’m sure they did empathize with Mary and certainly with Gretchen, but still, all the pigs are out to do is “get a person’s ass.” They kiss up to you and butter you up till they get what they want, then they squash you in the palm of their hand as if you were nothing more than a piece of bread. They’re never on a defendant’s side no matter how much sympathy they may feel for the person’s situation and circumstances. It’s their job. It’s their job to try to get a defendant to sink themselves on tape as much as it’s a defense attorney’s job to try to get their clients off.

And that was really low of the pigs to call her family too, to tell them of what happened. That should’ve been up to her to do so, and when she was ready to.

I can also understand her desire to hang onto the childhood that was taken from her. Perhaps that’s why I’m as childish as I am mature!

To add insult to injury, Mary was threatened right after Gretchen died. She was locked in a bathroom in some whorehouse the sicko dragged her to when some cock threatened to slit her throat through the door while she was trying to take a shower. I can see getting all terrified like she did at her age, but me? I’d have flung that door open so fast and in such a rage, the cock wouldn’t be threatening me no more! Then, after it recovered from the shock of my reaction, if I let it live, it wouldn’t find me very fun anymore. Only those who are terrified are fun for sick cocks like that.

I take it Little Buddy’s picture didn’t win anything after all or else they’d have contacted me by now. This might be a good thing, though, if all they were going to give me for it was a medal.