"Look uponst my exquisite longing, foolish mortal, and mourn that you will never lounge with such cosmopolitan savior faire."
—Kevin Hearne, Stacked

2-10-18

Dear Readers,

Howdy! I hope y'all have had a great new year. My year so far—short as it's been—has been mixed.

A few week ago, my MP3 player was stolen. I have been so pissed and devastated. I left it on the charger, which is in the unit common area where the TVs are, and went to take a shower. When I went back about an hour later, it was gone. Now, our MP3s are set up so that you have to log in to the computer and "revalidate" it at least every 14 days or it won't work. People do, however, get "radio guys" (guys who do electronic work in prison as a hustle) to convert them to be used as batteries or whatever—or amps for their radios or whatever.

As a "battery", an MP3 player goes for $5 on the compound, but it will cost me $90 to replace it. To steal something for such a small sale amount but a huge cost to the owner is just plain shitty.

I don't have any outside support and no income. I am trying to work something out to replace my MP3 player with all the typing jobs I do, which is possible, but it'll take a while. That was just plain shitty.

I have left my MP3 on the charger and gone to the library and not checked on it for three hours before—and had not had a problem. And now this. I will never leave it unwatched again.

On another bad note, this druggie loser mental case slimeball who was here, Chad, spread a rumor around that I told "his people" to buy drugs with the money they sent him. So now a bunch of guys are spreading around that I can't be trusted and that I'll contact "their people" and tell on them, so they'll not trust me and watch out for me.

First of all, I didn't do that at all. I threatened to because Chad kept talking shit about me for months, and I thought it was the only way to get him to stop. And why did he do this? Because I cut him out of my life and quit talking to him 'cause he kept screaming me over. That's it. He is so mentally unbalanced that he couldn't take that. But I didn't do it 'cause I knew it would cause a shitstorm that I didn't want to be involved in.

Secondly, the person he is calling "his people" is an older lady who lives in a retirement community in Florida who had never spent any time with him outside of prison. He's got this older lady so snowed over that she actually believes that he cares about her. So she is sending him money (or was) so he could buy drugs. She thought it was for commissary. He also told everyone that she was his wife, but she's clearly not. I feel sorry for her 'cause she is a sweet person.

I said Chad "was" doing this because he was released something around Jan. 16. He'll be back. He won't be able to stay off drugs long enough to stay out of prison.

Okay, so that's the main bad news. Now for the good news. I mentioned my new cellie last time. His name is Josh, and he's WONDERFUL. I am so in love with this man. He treats me better than any guy has in the entire 14 years I've been locked up. He likes to cuddle and give good night kisses. He is so good to me.

The sad part is that he's getting out in April, and I am going to be devastated. He's looking forward to getting out and is making plans for his life. And a huge lump just builds in my chest with each day that his release date gets closer.

I'm doing my pat to make the most of the time we have together. What else can I do? He makes me so happy, and I am doing my best to do the same for him. I can't wait until Valentine's Day! I have big plans!

Until next time, I wish you all...

Love and blessings,
Kelly