littlegirllost

Last night I found an old credit card of mine with $500 credit on it. Why, god, why? I treated myself to a little online shopping spree. I nearly bought night vision goggles, but my friend stepped in at the exact right moment and told me that night vision goggles don't work nearly as well as they do in the movies. Damn.
Today I'm writing letters to all my incarcerated friends and lovers. I need to do that more often. When my former boyfriend was in jail, and we still were dating, I wrote him long, long letters every day. I drew cartoons for him and sent him books and dirty stories and pictures and anything else that vaguely fell within the parameters of acceptability. I love to write, and so does he, and despite the fact that he was in jail, our relationship really was strong then. When he got out, it all went to shit. It was so disillusioning to have that level of psychic intimacy turn into icy distrust in a matter of weeks. I still don't really understand what happened, but I think we both were more honest in our letters than we ever could be in real life. Either that, or we were building a pretty little world out of words that we couldn't duplicate in real life.
Either way, I am the ULTIMATE prison girlfriend.