Paula Poundstone’s Jailhouse Diary: Hour One
Dear Diary:
Okay, can I just say: ORANGE JUMPSUITS! I’m no fashion plate, but I must say I’m lookin’ pretty stylin’! I’m trying to see if I can get the top in a smaller size to show my nipples off to their best advantage.
I don’t know what I’m doing here, frankly. I just took some pain meds for my sprained wrist. Must have been the m(scribbled) um… must have been all the mah jong I’ve been playing.
My cellmate is called Brittany — she shoplifted something from the MAC counter at Macy’s. I think she’s a little scared of me! I TOLD her I wasn’t in here for anything bad, but she keeps backing into the corner and yelling, “Please! I don’t want to be your bitch!”
So far, jail’s not so bad. I wonder what’s for lunch?