Love, Justine

Muncy State Prison

July 18th, 2024

Thursday

I’m reading the third Conversations with God book by Neale Donald Walsch, and it says that you should control your thoughts so that you only think on good thoughts, and when things are bad, express gratitude. Like–how is that possible and what fucking planet do you live on? Am I supposed to be grateful to be in prison then?

Well, I’m not.

July 21st, 2024

Sunday

News–

Biden drops out of presidential race, endorses Kamala Harris. 

BLOG #7

Neither Here Nor There: Musings from the Other Side (of the Razor Wire Fence)

So, there is a newer woman here with dreads who reportedly smells bad and masturbates constantly. Zuko has named her The Stinky Diddler. She woke Zuko up one night rifling loudly through her locker, and when she noticed Zuko was awake, the Diddler said (like it was a completely normal thing to do), “Sorry, I was just looking for something to hump.” 

Swiper, for reasons unknown, has made it her personal mission to get the Stinky Diddler removed from the Block.

Meanwhile, everyone here–or nearly everyone–is about to get their periods. Kimberly says she’s cramping so hard her butthole hurts. 

Oh my stars.

Another reason for cramping around here? The stomach virus going around. Diarrhea for everyone! This in 100F degree heat. It stinks in here. 

Also going on, Daisy wants to make hooch and Swiper has a giant zit on her chin that she’s been busy doing surgery on for a week. Like–literal surgery–with a sewing needle. Anyway, Daisy had to smack the zit cream out of her hand because she was overdoing it something fierce the other day. Daisy yelled, “Swiper, it doesn’t even have skin on it anymore!” to which Swiper shrieked in her defense, “Just ‘cuz yours has skin on it!” and scrambled to retrieve the Zit-B-Gone off the floor.

In other news, Cinnamon does a weird thing where she rubs blankets or sheets between her fingers and her thumb for comfort, which, for some reason, Kimberly and Daisy think is hilarious. Because of this, any chance they get, they now “woobie” me, which is to rub things on me or near me between their fingers. All of a sudden, I’ll see Kimberly’s disembodied arm sneaking between the wall and the bunk to randomly “woobie” me, which freaks me out, so I smack it away.
So weird.

Speaking of Kimberly sneaking around, she recently snuck back cheese to the Unit from the kitchen in her bra, which now has a giant orange greasy blob on it. In even more Kimberly sneaking, in the midst of pube shaving, Morocco, at Kimberly’s behest, threw a bowl of cold water onto Daisy in the shower. 

Daisy nearly cut off her vagina.

Meanwhile, I talked to Motorcycle the other day. He was slurry and hard to understand, so I asked him if he was drinking. “No, I’m jutht happy,” he slurred. This means he’s high as fuck, which is funny. He told me he want to bundle me up and I can be his bundle of joy because I make him happy. He was also telling me about his backyard plans, where we can party and “make whoopie…and hamburgers.”

That’s about all of the news around here right now. Swiper and Daisy have taken to calling me “The Incredible Shrinking Woman” because I keep losing weight, and Crystal Methany said at Med Line the other night that Donald Trump was not her president because she’s a reptilian.

Oh my.

She also said at dinner that there was a little man in her rice that some girl’s eyes were behind her eyes. She’s fucking crazy, and for this reason Daisy and Cinnamon sat with her for lunch–to witness the crazy. Wouldn’t you know she was completely normal with them!  So now they think I’m making the whole thing up. 

This fucking place.

Stop woobieing me!

July 23rd, 2024

Tuesday

I had court today, and they offered me four years of probation and six months of house arrest. 

Ugh.

How will I work? It seems very excessive to me. I could do an open plea to the judge and take my chances with him. I don’t know. I’m going to call my lawyer tomorrow morning and see what he thinks. Then, if I plead guilty, , I get a parole hit too.

This sucks. 

Then, back at the ranch, I woke up to Swiper putting Daisy’s creamer in my locker. She apparently took some of it and then didn’t want to get blamed for it, so she put it in my locker. 

What a jerk.

7:30pm

I talked to Gem, Motorcycle, Paul, and my mother and father. Nobody had any advice. Zuko, and everyone else here for that matter, think I should take the DA’s deal. That’s because they think anything is better than prison.

8pm

Daisy just found out that the guy who snitched on her is getting out in August. This is also the guy, Little Man, who tried to kill her several times. 

July 25th, 2024

Thursday

So, Motorcycle needs cataract surgery in both eyes. It seems like he’s getting old really fast. Like, I feel like any minute I’m going to be pushing him in a wheelchair, with him beeping and booping because of his insulin monitor, wearing a pirate eye-patch. Then he says he’s horny in the same conversation. 

Sexy. 

No wonder he thought I looked so good when he visited me–he can’t see anything!

Oh my God, is this my life?

I mean, okay, I’ll reel it in a little. I love this man. I guess I just thought there would be more time between Middle Aged and Really Old.

Ugh.

This morning when I woke up and looked in my locker, Daisy had put a note on top of my coffee cup that said, “I put creamer in your cup.” That was so nice of her. I’m out of creamer.

Let’s Get Free Magazine Issue 12, July 2024, p. 31

Hungry and Malnourished: Food Service in the Pennsylvania Department of Corrections

On May 9, 2024, The Pennsylvania Prison Society released a 20-page report–

Excerpts:

“Food served in state prisons leaves incarcerated people hungry. Meals do not provide enough calories to meet incarcerated people’s needs, according to the Dietary Guidelines for Americans (DGAs), the nutritional benchmarks that guide U.S. government policy. In a new survey of people in Pennsylvania state prisons, 80% of men and 70% of women reported being hungry every day between meals.

Menus likely contribute to diet-related illnesses. They contain twice the recommended amount of starchy vegetables and refined carbohydrates and half the fruit and vegetable servings recommended by the DGAs, exacerbating disease risk for a population disproportionately affected by chronic illnesses. Hunger forces incarcerated people to buy expensive junk food from the prison commissary. Seventy percent of incarcerated people surveyed said they rely on commissary items, such as instant ramen, honey buns, and potato chips, to get enough to eat. 

www.prisonsociety.org/resource/food-report

P. 37

The Prison Policy Initiative along with the Alliance for Safety and Justice, Crime Survivors Speak released to the public–the first of its kind–a nationwide survey that showed 82% of crime victims would prefer investing in more programs for at-risk youth and other crime prevention. 

Only 14% of crime victims prefer investing in prisons and jails.”