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33 Days, County Jail, Can't cure my disease.



So on January 8th I was sentenced to 60 days in County for a syringe. I actually plead out so they would drop the felony charges I was also facing. (I'm too pretty for prison)


I did the time, I didn't let the time do me...

The best way I can describe the last 33 days.. it was like one big sleep-walking run-on sentence. The days start to melt together when there isn't a sunrise or a sunset and no hellos or goodbyes.

I spent most of my time talking shit, drawing pictures, and writing in circles.

I did manage to fall in love with a boy, and break another ones heart while I was sitting jail.

Maybe the backseat of a cop car isnt the best place to find your future (x)husband, and maybe writing your boyfriend a break up letter isnt the best for the karma police... but I mean, shit whats a girl to do?

I was able to keep up with being a vegan. To my benefit tax players don't want the jail to use milk or eggs to prepare the food. But to play it safe I basically just ate rice, beans, and potatoes in various combination. I was totally able to lose all that fucking weight from the holidays, so that was a bonus.

In order to cut my time in half, I was an inmate worker. So from 1am-3am everyday me and about 4 other girls would clean various parts of the jail. I used that time to brush up on my graffiti skills, which almost got me kicked out of the program.. (Right, I know I have a problem with rules)

The guys in the cells next to us would sing us rock n' roll all night long. It was things like that that made the clock look like it wasn't laughing at you. Along with all the letters and pictures my friends sent me.

I'm still coming down from being locked up to say anything like I was born again into following the law, because you know what baby, I have a disease that can't be cured.

Viva La HellCat.





Ya, the made me take out all my piercings.