June 1st-

I'm not sure how often I'm gonna be writing in this thing. Hell, it's a miracle I'm allowed to write right now. I'm sitting in holding after I got arrested for a domestic violence charge or some shit, and I have yet to be booked. I'm writing this on the back of a prison handbook, and there was a pencil in the corner of the cell. Heh..looks like those guards don't go a good job cleaning up.

Now, before I get called back, fingerprinted, and strip searched, I'll try to explain my situation real quick because why the hell not. I don't have anything else to do right now, and I can't just sit around with my thoughts.

So my dumbass husband, Linnie, leaves town for a couple days to attend his father's funeral, and I didn't go because I've never had a good relationship with them. Linnie swears up and down that his parents are good people, which I find very hard to believe, especially since every time I do make an effort to come over, his dad is completely disrespectful to me. Talking about how I don't deserve him and how someone as evil as I am should fall in a well and die or some shit. I think that old man has dementia or something. I'm not sure but frankly, I don't care. He's not my father. It's not my problem.

Anyways, he leaves town for the weekend so I have the house to myself. It's worth mentioning that we, or should I say I, pay for valet trash service, which means that several times a week, I have Linnie take the trash out to the front so the garbage people can collect them. Well, before he left, that bitch forgot to do that, so the garbage man ended up knocking on my door asking for my trash. He had a lot more muscle than my husband, and his skin was a nice brown rather than nearly pale like Linnie's. He was a good bit shorter than him sure (but to be fair, a lot of people are shorter. I think Linnie had a mutation or some shit), and he had this really nice 5 o'clock shadow, which is one of my weaknesses when looking at hot guys.

We hang out for a little while after I offered him something to eat and drink when his truck broke down, and we had a few drinks, kind of like friends do, so I really didn't want Miguel poofing home drunk, you know cause I'm a good person like that. I let him sleep in my bed for the evening, failing to realize it was the same day Linnie came back, and got accused to cheating when we weren't even doing anything! Linnie has the absolute nerve to stand her and point the finger when he has no proof or evidence Miguel and I did anything, unless that pervert has some cameras installed I don't know about.

That's not even the worse part. So after I taught him a lesson to make sure he didn't do it again, he goes crying to his whore of a woman like the little pussy he is, and I found out that she took him to his manor where Miguel (who I found out was already married as well), lived, and when I confront them, Linnie absolutely tore me a new one. I mean, he seemed to have forgotten who he was talking to. He was screaming, and yelling, and cussing up a storm; somehow, I'm not sure how he's not in here. Shouldn't his yelling count as domestic violence too? So why am I the only one getting charged?

You know, I think that's one of my least favorite things about my husband. I don't know if he has some sort of lucky charm or some shit, but it always sees like the world almost caters to him, even when he doesn't deserve it. I remember this one time, we went to a cupcake shop that just opened near the house, and we decided to try it out. He goes ahead of me, and whoop de doo..turns out he was the 100th customer and got his cupcake for free, while I still had to pay the $6. Additionally, no one ever seems to cop an attitude with him like they do me.

Sometimes, I ask myself, "What did I do to deserve this? I'm a good person, aren't I? Sure I've fucker up from time to time, but who doesn't? Linnie sure as hell does, but no one seems to be blaming him. What does he have that I don't? Why does everyone hate me? I'm just a woman!"

You know what, whatever. I know when we all die, the higher ups will all judge Linnie on the day of his death, and I think they'll see that Karma has yet to catch up to his little squeaky voiced ass. Oh, how satisfying it would be to watch him burn in the 7th circle of hell, after all he had put me through throughout our entire message.

Well shit, I think it's time for the booking process. Dunno when I'll be writing again or even IF I'll be writing again. You know this IS jail; I can't just write whenever I want now. But I guess only time will tell at this point.

-Nora