
They then drove me to the all-women’s Century Regional Detention Facility in Lynwood…that’s not hot. Then told me I was about to be booked, I said I don’t really read books, I like magazines, the words aren’t as hard. So, I asked if they had the July issue of Cosmopolitan. I was fingerprinted, photographed, and medically screened. I don’t know why they it call being medically screened? They didn’t use a screen, but they used just about everything else. I told them I didn’t need a cavity search because I just saw my dentist and he said I have no cavities. But they managed to find two cavities the dentist didn’t find. Those guards have really cold hands!!
I put on that nasty orange jumpsuit. It is waaay too big for me!! All these prison bitches are fat as hell; luckily I packed peach lipstick, so my face will still look good even though my clothes don’t. I told the guards I’m 5’8” and 115 lbs. and I demanded a fitting with the top prison designer.
Instead they held me down and showed me inmate Vera’s Wang.
I will be serving a 23 day sentence. I hate sentences as much as I hate books. I hope this sentence ends with a period. I really don’t want to have to have it while I’m in jail. My mom told me prison lesbians are like sharks, when they smell blood they attack
They told me I would be in “administrative segregation” for 23 out of 24 hours a day. I was okay with that, because I don’t mind being locked up with a black secretary, maybe she can teach what it’s like to work in an office. I always wanted to know how to work a fax machine. Then told me administrative segregation means “solitary confinement”. Then they told me solitary confinement means I will be in my cell 23 out or 24 hours a day, by myself.
Then I started to cry, because being here is like really being in a prison.
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