Mary and Dave are still blowing us off completely, and so help me God, if they refuse to help us after saying they would, I’ll never forgive them or talk to them again! Tom was even going to offer to pay back the money they lent us by suggesting Miss Perfect set up a PayPal account so he could easily transfer it to her. As I told him, though, if he wants to get his message across, he’s going to either have to send it by postal mail or call them. Fussing over a misunderstanding with my friend Mary every now and then is one thing, but I’ll be damned if I’ll play the family drama game again and again and again.

Two nights ago I didn’t have the bizarre sexual dreams I’ve been having so I thought maybe they quit on me, but last night they were back to haunt me.

Got another Mary letter yesterday. It was very different from the one before it. You’d never think she wrote to me chewing me out, but I can say the same for the letter I wrote her last night; that you’d never know my previous letter was chewing HER out.

She said you don’t really get to know the officers there very well with it being such a big pod and so open, which I can understand. Teddy Bear and I would never have chatted and flirted like we did had we been in the tents or dorms, but then again, she did just that. That’s why she got kicked out of Estrella.

Mary said she got a celly that stared at her nonstop and she burst out screaming. She said she was terrified. She’s also worried about the new jail that’ll be open in about a year with open beds and open showers like in the dorms. She said she’ll shower in her clothes before she lets 100 lesbians check her out as if she were a piece of meat. When she said that I wondered if she wasn’t as accepting towards gays as I’d always thought, but then I realized that she’d feel the same way if it were guys checking her out. Just like she pointed out how I couldn’t handle being there (which is true), I can’t imagine her dancing nude or topless like I did. As she would quickly learn if she did, she wouldn’t be “Mary,” nor any other clever stage name she may come up with, but a piece of meat and nothing more. Most guys that go in there don’t want to romance you in any way, they want to kill you. As in rape you, beat you, etc.

Tom has been having a hell of a time digging the septic test holes. He said the first couple of feet are loose soil, but then you hit rocks. He’s been breaking them up with an ax, but it’s still not easy. Our bath and kitchen water will go through the septic, but the water from the compost toilets we hope to have will go into a separate tray that you dump periodically. What I like about composts is that you can adjust the water amount in it and they can’t get clogged nearly as easily as a regular toilet can.