"The existence of life is writing about 'What did I do?'"
—Kelly R. Jones

09/16/18

Dear Readers,
Howdy! I'm sitting here at my desk on a rainy Sunday morning, just after the weekend 10 AM count, listening to "C3P0", my mp3 player. I'm sure I've mentioned that I have a TON of old disco and current dance songs. For the most part. I've taken to cell dancing recently here at Club 19 (aka my cell, #17).

I'm wearing one of my favorite jewelery sets: a rose quartz pendant on a silver (steel?) necklace, with the three bracelets I usually wear—all of which were gifts. One is tiny and silver, and has tiny hearts. The other two have big crystals (various, including one with a rose quartz) and lematile. I also have a plastic anklet with a small pink crystal dangling from it. I'm waiting for chow, which should start in a few minutes. But since we're last on the rotation, my unit will be called last (which totally sucks).

This morning for "lunch", we're having French toast with (Lake, probably) sausage and scrambled eggs or peanut butter. I usually opt for the p-nut butter, but have sometimes traded the eggs for two plastic packs of p-nut butter from some guy here in the unit, Lex. I just stopped to ask him if we're on for the trade, and he said yes.

So... on Friday was when the "big storm" (Hurricane Florence) was supposed to come through. We didn't even get any rain to speak of, and they still locked us in our cells most of the day. It was ridiculous. The staff here are nuts.

Lex just brought the peanut butter. Yeah! It's a good snack 'cause it's cheap and filling and healthy for the most part. I spoon some out of the jar and eat it like that very often.

I'm kinda expecting Kevin to come by and try to bum something from me. He did yesterday. He usually gets what he wants, no matter how many times I tell him no. He will not let up until he gets what he wants. He's such a spoiled brat! He came by the other night and kept grabbing for a bunch of stuff. Took two of my batteries when I grudgingly only gave permission for one.

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10-02-18

I'm back after a long absence. We're locked in the unit today 'cause the staff are doing something. Who knows what. Days like this are a pain in the butt.

My old cellie moved out yesterday. Thank goodness! God, that guy was a complete asshole and very disrespectful. I could end up with someone worse if they put someone in "off the bus," but I'm sure willing to take my chances. I couldn't stand being with Patrick.

The past two weeks, there were two suicides. The first one was two Mondays ago, and the last one was the past Tuesday. I didn't know the guy from the last Tuesday, but I did know the guy from the previous Monday. To be honest, I didn't like him 'cause he was a slimeball, but I'll leave it at that. Word is he died from "auto-erotic asphyxiation." Again, I leave it at that—I got that from a witness.

My birthday is this Friday, the 5th. Ugh. I'm getting old and I still have nine years to go. I'll be an old homeless hag by the time I get out.

I still don't know what I think of the quote. I was having an "otherworldly" experience, and it seemed very important (at the time) that I write that down. I'm not so sure anymore.

Last month was a bad month for me money-wise. I made half of what I made in July. I'm hoping things go well for me this month. I desperately need some new shoes 'cause my rec shoes are literally falling apart.

Until next time, I wish you...

Love and blessings,
Kelly