Summertime Flings, Flowers and Other Things
I've been looking through the free layouts on LJ. Um, I think that's what they're called. Does anyone think I should, like, change mine for summer? Speaking of which I hear the summer colds are going around. Don't forget to wash your hands, people. We don't need the prison to end up a quarantine zone. In fact, I'm gonna do some laundry later. If any of my cell mates (female) are reading this and don't have that much, I'll do some of yours if you want. Just leave it by your cell doors or something. I'm feeling generous today. No catch, promise. Think of it as a thank-you for not going nuts and assaulting me since I've been here. I haven't exactly been, like, a sparkle of sunshine in a cluster of rain clouds every day.
We had "group therapy" a while ago. Things heated up pretty fast in there. It was more like a comedy club (not that I'm complaining). At least one or two of my more "handsome" neighbors were there. They know how to talk without sounding like a jerk every other line. Yeah, yeah, you shouldn't expect chivalry and manners in here, but don't we already have enough problems to deal with? It was kinda' surprising though to see how many people in here sort of know each other. I thought the old fogeys were gonna start throwing chairs. Good thing they're here and not in a nursing home. I'd pity any nurse who'd have to take care of them! Well, on the bright side, none of them seem to be, like, this creepy perverted old guy who impersonated a doctor at the Hotti Clinic I stayed at a few years ago. (The same one I mentioned on the phone, Patricia: the one who stole Ini's license picture.) Seriously ladies, avoid that place at all costs if you can.
So yeah, real hotties, definitely a plus. I won't name names, but I gotta say some real pretty boys ended up here. Yeah, yeah, I know: why the heck should I check out guys in prison? Well it's not like I have much of a choice. The guards are mostly in their forties! It's not like I have much else to do besides read or do laundry. I'm not going anywhere for a good long time. By the way Paups, spill it! You were in the gym with someone a while ago, weren't you? I saw you run outta there with a face red as my old Chevy! And probably just as fast. Was it Portsman? I think he's been eyeing you. Seriously, props if it was. You blush so much you don't need make-up, do ya?
...oh gawd, I'm starting to sound like my sister again. No, Mimi, NO.
I got around to reaching my dad. He's gonna come see me sometime next week, I hope. Oh, and hey, the Ambassador of Cohdopia (hope I'm spelling it right) is arranging to send "us jailbirds" (as Mr. Gant would put it) some little things too--he's one heck of a generous guy, though it's probably not going to be long before someone ruins the fun. The Embassy is supposed to have some cool stuff, so anyone in the area should definitely stop by, okay? If you like flowers and butterflies and lots of yellow it's just the place for you. It kind of bums me out that I didn't travel more before things turned out the way they did. By the way Patricia, thanks for the Diva Divine soap you sent me. You totally rock. :3
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