What? Tomorrow's Friday

I am typing this to you from the county juvie. (Hence the impersonal font. They aren't 

very 'comic sans' in here). 

oiuroeiu

I seem to have been somewhat disconnected from you, my dearest W?TF-ees 

and that's because of my recent run-in with the law. 

oiuroeiu

Seeing as how I 'allegedly' gave those miscreant children cavities 

(First of all: I did not. And I will not confess to something I didn't do,

and second: Even if I did [which there is no proof] those fatties deserved 

it from eating all those pixie stix. Little bastards.) I faced a court date.

oiuroeiu 

I wasn't sure if Alaina was present during the hearing (if so, her disguise 

was impeccable) but if she was, she wasn't able to convince her peers of 

my innocence (or she was the one who persuaded them I was guilty). 

oiuroeiu

Now I spend the majority of my time scraping at the cement wall of my 

cell block trying to dig my way out with a spork. Don't get me wrong, 

I love me a good spork, but they don't work for crap when trying to 

carve out an escape route in a highly secured building. 

oiuroeiu

I'm now facing 2-4 (...days) and have to pay back my community 

by becoming a dental hygienist. 

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