December 25th, 2018
CHRISTMAS DAY
Notebook begins on the latter half of a letter from Paul:
“ –sand down a new surface where the chip was and paint it gloss black.
Today’s 30 Days of Fishmas post was a picture of this nutcracker in mid-drilling. A giant drill bit brace sticking out of its head with the caption, ‘I swear to God that there is a good reason for drilling into its head.’
Seriously, how often do you see that??!?!
I typed your letter to Coach and sent it to him just now. I included your proper mailing address for letters in the letter and told him who I was, where you were, and how to get ahold of you.
You did a very nice job writing your letter to him.
I will, of course, support you in whatever you choose to do with your life, and will do my best to help out. After calculating costs over time, I decided that it’s still actually cheaper for me to outsource copies and printing elsewhere for cheaper.
I apologize I haven’t gotten around yet to sending out Kidowed to the second publisher on your list. My plan of action is to head to the library, print out the 30 pages from the first two chapters that I sent to the last publisher, and keep those with the master hard copy of the manuscript that you left here with me. Any additional copies of the manuscript, I discovered, I can take to KOS (office supply store locally) and have them make copies at $0.10 per page, which is cheaper than the copy machine at the Post Office ($0.15/page), and cheaper than the library ($0.25/page).
I just have to gather the time to do this.
I apologize again.
Don’t lose hope if things are going slowly where you are and here as well I’ll continue to do my best and work in your best interest as long as you trust me. 🙂
Debbie [woman who drinks next door and lives with her parents–she’s in her 50’s–that Paul has been pining for since Jesus was a baby] is doing well, for what it’s worth. She made a good friend with the new bartender at the Crittendin. Debbie’s mom has good days and bad days. Debbie herself is trying to handle drama where she works at the Millstream Inn.
Bitchy coworkers and catty assholes.
My job at the bank is kind of the same, but MUCH MORE MELLOW, which is good for me. We are having our office Christmas party next Monday at Mosch’s Tavern, which is where we had it last year.
Our boss insists on having these parties at our customer’s place of business, which is understandable, except I don’t really care for their food or atmosphere. I may skip out this year, or feign ignorance (i.e., “Omg, I fucking forgot about the party, idk what I was thinking….awwwww…..shit)/
Occasionally, I’ll see Din at the bank, who asks about you. I eventually told him you were in prison, which at that point he became a broken record of his own thoughts.
He said the smokes he got for you he went ahead and smoked.
I told him that it was good he didn’t let them go to waste. So he asked about you at least. I didn’t tell him anything else other than where you were. He said he keeps trying to call your parents’ house to say hi to your kids cause he misses them, but they won’t answer.
All this month, a group of gamers that I watch on the Internet are doing a charity livestream event for Christmas. From Dec. 1st to the 31st, they will be broadcasting and asking for donations for different charities. I donated a small amount of money to one of the charities, The Mental Health Foundation. This is one of eight charities they recommend, but there are many others to choose from.
So far, their total donations as of the writing of this letter are $2,659,817.55.
The entertainment they provide is a welcome escape from all of the BS that life throws at me during Christmas. I wish you could be here to experience some of the crazy shit I come up with. 😛
It’s coming up on 6pm as I’m writing this last sentence. I miss you and love you! I’m glad you entrusted me with the duty of writing a letter to Coach and to get your manuscript to publishers.
And I’m assuming that you got the $50 in your Commissary from the check you got in the mail. I’ll send you more soon when my next paycheck comes in. Do let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.
I MISS YOU AND LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!
WRITE ME A STORY TO READ!!!!!!!!!!!
I didn’t get a chance to write part two of the story I sent you. I hope it wasn’t too inappropriate for you while you are still there, I figured something different and erotic might be enjoyed by you. I’ll get Part Two to you soon!
Love you and miss you!
I normally would say Merry Christmas (I just did), but I know being there is not the ideal environment.
I’ll be thinking of you!
LOVE YOU!
Paul
My return letter:
12/24/2018
Paul,
I got your letter today, and thank you so much for writing! I got no mail last week, so I was very glad you wrote. I’m sorry you’re so busy. I’ll be the nutcrackers at the bank are a sight to see.
I love it when you’re all dressed up like an Englishman, you always look so distinguished.
I hope your mother feels better soon, and I know what you mean about not be used to interacting with her that much. It’s a lot that you’re doing right now!
Thank you SO much for all of the help with publishing Kidowed, I appreciate it more than I can express.
My cellie is currently pretending she wants to lick my foot.
She’s all wound up.
Now she’s twerking.
Christmas twerking, she says.
And farting.
She’s probably the most gassy person I’ve ever met. Now she’s yelling out the window to a CO–she’s about to be in trouble.
*sigh*
I’m staying out of it.
There’s what looks like a full moon tonight and it’s pretty.
What did you do for Christmas?
Please send the money from the check from the Artisan Center to my JPay account–thank you!
I think it’s funny you had to drill a hole in the nutcracker’s head to fix him.
Thank you also for sending the note to Coach–he’s a really good guy.
I asked my parents if they had an extra printer for you, but they said no. Thank you for supporting me, it means the world to me, and of course I trust you!
Please don’t apologize for anything, I appreciate everything you do for me.
Tell Debbie to hang in there, there’s drama at every workplace.
About Din, there’s not much to say about him. My parents are never going to answer the phone for him, but he’ll probably keep calling until the end of time.
About the publishing–the requirements for each company are different–you will probably have to go on their websites and check to see what they want–some of them might take digital copies.
Did you go to the Christmas party for your work?
Congratulations on donating to charity!
You’re so good. I wish I was there to experience the crazy shit you come up with too.
Ellen, my cellie, is calling the CO a garden gnome and a Chihuahua.
Oh my.
Time for bed.
I’ll write more tomorrow.
12/25/2018
Merry Christmas!
I hope you have a very good day. Last night Ellen couldn’t sleep, so she kept me up talking for a while–she had the worst gas!
Then she started singing, “You’re Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone,” except she changed the words to, “You’re gonna miss me by my gas, you’re gonna miss me by my ass, yeah, you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone…”
It was funny.
There’s a CO here she calls “Little GI Joe” who uses big words for ordinary things, like he’ll say, “Why is your illuminating device on after 2100 hours?” which means, “Why is your light on after 9pm?”
Or, “Why are there clothes on your climbing apparatus?” (ladder)
We make fun of him endlessly.
We joke about what he would sound like if he were talking dirty: “Oh, yeah, climb up on my apparatus, baby.”
Ha ha.
Here’s my story for you:
He took her in his arms, and she shivered with desire. She raised her hand to his face and he caught it midair and placed a kiss tenderly in her palm. Her mouth hungrily sought his, and he kissed her deeply, roughly.
She reached down to feel his engorged shaft, and he growled into her mouth. Her body was begging for passion, driving him crazy.
He slid her silken gown from her body and took one of her nipples into his hot, greedy mouth, sucking gently.
“Oh, please…” she breathed into his ear.
“Tell me what pleases you, and I will give it all to you,” he responded.
She swallowed hard.
Gathering her courage, she purred, “Just touch me.”
He rumbled with soft laughter, and the promise of infinite passion.
“Oh, I’m gonna touch you, baby,” he said, running his tongue up her neck…
To Be Continued!
BAM! How do you like them apples? 🙂
I hope to hear from you soon!
I miss you!
I love you!
Love,
Justine
P.S. Please tell Jackson [first real boyfriend in college, still good friends] where I am and give him my address.
Thanks!
Can you tell I just finished reading a romance novel?
Ha ha, we’ll see how he likes THAT story.
Church in one hour–I think I’ll lay down. For Christmas Lunch we had a slice of cardboard roast beef, stuffing, watery mashed potatoes, green beans, and apple pie.
Wowzers.
I’m glad I went.
Time for Catholic Mass.
Back from church–it was a very nice service. The sermon was very moving–about how God made Christmas, not us.
I guess I’ll read, “Abba’s Child:”
“The Christian commitment is not an abstraction. It is a concrete, visible, courageous, and formidable way of being in the world and forged by daily choices consistent with inner truth.”
“The one who talks, especially if he talks to God, can affect a great deal, but the one who acts really means business and has more claims on our attention. If you want to know what a person really believes, don’t just listen to what he says, watch what he does.”
–James Mackey, the author of Jesus: The Man and the Myth
“Servanthood is not an emotion or mood or feeling; it is a decision to live like Jesus. It has nothing to do with what we feel; it has everything to do with what we DO–humble service.”
“The call to the servant lifestyle is both a warning not to be seduced by the secular standard of human greatness and also a summons to courageous faith.”
“If you want to know what God is like, look at Me. If you want to learn that your God does not come to rule but serve, watch Me. If you want assurance that you did not invent the story of God’s love, listen to my heartbeat.”
–Jesus
“We are to act justly, to love tenderly, and to walk humbly with our God (Micah 6:8). We are to claim our belovedness each day and live as servants in the awareness of present risenness.”
“What matters is how your life looks when you hold it up to the light of the gospel of the God whose nature is to love all of humankind.”
–Edward Schillebeeckx, For the Sake of the Gospel.
After dinner–
Dinner was hot dogs.
Gross.
Gaylord (CO Big Words) wouldn’t let Ellen go to Common Room tonight because she was on the toilet when he called it–stupid.
Where’s the Christmas spirit, dude?
She gets a cigarette from somebody at 7:15pm, so she’s happy.
I mailed Paul’s letter, so that’s good.
I wonder if Coach will write me.
I hope he does.
Back to my book:
“When I’m conscious of my belovedness and when I am alert to the present risenness of Jesus, I can face death courageously.”
“The love of God is not a mild benevolence but a consuming fire.”
–Bede Griffiths
“The engaged mind, illuminated by truth, awakens awareness; the engaged heart, affected by love, awakens passion…The integration of mind and heart shapes a unified personality living in a state of PASSIONATE AWARENESS.”
“According to Viktor Frankl [Holocaust survivor], a person finds identity only to the extent that ‘he commits himself to something beyond himself, to a cause greater than himself.’”
“Humility, recovering alcoholics like to say, is stark raving honesty.”
“The Cross reveals that Jesus has conquered sin and death and that nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, can separate us from the love of Christ.”
“The release from chronic egocentricity starts with letting Christ love them where they are.”
“When Jesus told us to love our enemies, He knew that His love operation in us could melt the hardened heart and make the enemy our friend. This applies supremely, H.A. Williams writes, to the enemy within. For our own worst enemy is always ourselves.”
I must go to bed.
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