oh, happy day!

sunday was the single greatest day i've had since getting stuck in this shithole. i had to get in here early today and write.

first of all, mail guy dropped off my "care package" saturday night. i feel like a spoiled american cunt to be say 'oh thank god' when i've only been in here for 8 days but sweet jesus i had missed the luxuries of outside living.

and to make things even better my roommate was out when mail guy dropped by. i did my best "flirty slut" and sure enough he picked up on it. i hadn't really expected it to work considering i had just met him yesterday but apparently he'd had the same thought as i had.

knowing we didn't have all the time in the world, we didn't say a goddamn thing. we just fucked. he whipped it out, i bent over. there was no romance to it but who the fuck cares? he fucked me hard and fast and i came twice so i'm not complaining. he pulled out and came on my ass saying he didn't want to "knock up a crazy chick" (lovely bedside manners on this one).

on the outside i would find this obnoxious and would probably never speak to him again but as i'm locked up and my options are limited, if i get another chance so help me god.

he also delivered roth's response (though considering the preceeding fuckfest seemed a little lackluster) in which he said he'd seen me too but hadn't taken the time to aske around but complimented my "slacker enthusiasm." he said he'd be in the rec room tonight for Heroes and invited me to join him.

and there was new Family Guy on so sunday turned out to be fucking great.

i'll try and get back in here tonight to tell you how today goes but for now know that i feel alright and that i'm happy that i didn't kill myself. maybe this is all part of the treatment?