It’s been a really long time since I’ve updated this blog. But, I’m paying for the hosting, so I might as well use it, right?

Well, a brief update on the life of a sex-offender just trying to make it in the world:

  1. Steve got his degree. Yay! Go me! I’ve been employed in an office for a little over two years now.
  2. Steve got married to a wonderful woman who means everything to him. I’m so happy and content.
  3. Steve welcomed two furry babies into the world. Well, not babies.. grown cats.. but they are his fur-children.

So, as far as the blog is concerned, I’m going to TRY to update this blog at least once a day. I’m just catching the February 2013 writings, so I figured this would be a good time to jump back on the wagon.



A thought occurred to me while watching “Jerry Springer”. (I know, such high-brow entertainment!)

Erina has chosen to estrange herself from myself and my parents. Myself I can somewhat understand, even if I don’t agree with it. But to cut off Mom & Dad is stupidity.

Not only have they done nothing to deserve it, but they are the last link she has to her father, besides myself. Sooner or later she’s going to want to learn of him. Her time is limited, as is all of ours. If she doesn’t want to speak to me, she NEEDS to talk to them. KFC was too young to really remember him, Karen is too loopy, I think, to be a credible source. Her mother is also a biased source.

If it was just her ass, so to speak, on the line, I would say she reaps what she sows. But Matthew deserved better than that. He deserves to be remembered. His children should know him. =/



Hot today as well.. Bleh!

Had a nice visit with the folks today. Yummy food. We played to games of Scrabble. Both Mom & Dad won a game each. LOL. Love to say I let them win, but they are playing more often, so they have more practice.

Grandpop is probably not going to last 30 days, so says his physician. Kidneys are shutting down. =/ While I don’t WANT him to pass, he’s live a good life. There comes a time when we all must return to that father in heaven who gave us life.

Who knows? Perhaps I’ll perform Mike’s work on the same day as Grandpop’s. *shrug*

Finished my letter to Ed & mailed it. Told her about my recent trouble with thievery. Hope to hear back from her soon. :)



This visit with parents went very well. :) Yummy food. They might visit again tomorrow, but Dad cautions not to count on it. Mom is avoiding the stake conference, so they are free. But, the unstated thought was that visiting me is not exactly cheap. Disney food prices without the Disney fun. :/

Nose is healing. I think in a couple days you won’t even be able to tell I faceplanted. Nose is stuffy though. So might be coming down with something. Actually, it alternates between running and being stuffy, as if it can’t make up its mind.

Had a growing urge to pick back up “Ouroboros” recently. Re-read it tonight. Not as bad as I thought it was, regarding writing or how it was left off. I can definitely see how to pick up the thread again. But, do I want to? It endangers my sobriety, but is it better to get it out of my head? I know purging the JoJ story helped a lot.

Probably pick it back up, but not certain. Must think about it further.



Didn’t journal yesterday. Mania was in full force.

Which also meant I didn’t talk about the great faceplant of February 2013. ;) Nose is still sensitive. Left palm is sore. Right edge of hand sore. Good thing I’ve given up jerking off while in prison. Hehehehe. Also, left pinky still complaining from the “bite” my locker gave it.

All-in-all, not a good day for Steve’s body. Yet I was still in an overjoyed mood.

On a more positive note, parents should be visiting me today! Yay! Hehehehehe. I’m sure their first reaction to my nose is to ask if it collided with a fist. ;)

Oh!, and I also “had my ears lowered”. Very drafty now. lol

Oh! x2, also received my colored pencils yesterday. Expensive, but worth it.

Anyway, gonna read and relax until called for “viso”.



Happy V-day to me. 53 weeks to go!! Hehehehe

It was a pretty good day today. Quiet and uneventful. Just the way I like it. Rained in the afternoon, but sadly no thunderstorms. Oh well, can’t have everything. :/

I’m looking forward to Mom & Dad visiting on Saturday. Not just for the food, though that is a bonus. :)

Begged money off family. Hope to put it to good use. Colored pencils should be in my possession tomorrow. Very much looking forward to that.

I feel my mania coming on. Also feel like I’m burning my candle at both ends. Started out this entry fine, but suddenly growing weary. Gonna sleep.



Very weird dreams. Last night I dreamed I was part of Dinner: Impossible and was trying to feed the compound of 1,000-plus with 4 filet steaks. Even in my dream, after starting seasoning the steaks, I realized “This is impossible”. I blame talking about Restaurant: Impossible with Mom, and that Longhorn Steakhouse commercial.

Then I took a nap after breakfast and had this really weird dream about a parade where guys had put gauges (big holes) through their penises, and others had zippers in their scrotums. Ewwww.

Then suddenly I had this small stained glass window in a wooden frame, which I was trying to return to my mother. I had to take this long, winding, torch-lit road back to the start of the parade route. During the walk I encountered more weird “exhibits”, but no one obstructed or molested me.

When I found Mom, she was sitting in the bar of an Applebee’s-type restaurant with her friend Joan. Mom had a bowl of cereal w/ milk in it in front of her. It was almost consumed. I think Joan had a chocolate martini or something like that. Then I woke up.

Very weird dream. I’ll write more later. :)




Received lots of books today. :) Very happy about that. I had a 9:30 call-out at mental health, which didn’t actually see me until 10:30. Normally that wouldn’t be a big deal, but I had a property call-out at 10. :/

Luckily I was able to follow Ms. Peterson during 2nd yard and receive the books, but it fouled up my plan to mail the old books home. It looks like I’ll have to wait until Tuesday to do that. :/

Received my MP3 case and armband as well. Very happy about that.

A surprise was receiving my replacement electric razor. Ecstatic about that. :) :) :) Already did one pass, which removed quite a bit of stubble. I will do a 2nd pass tonight. So nice to be shaven, and I didn’t have to be scraped raw with clippers at the barber shop. :)

Anyway, looking forward to seeing Mom & Dad tomorrow. Off to shave.


P.S. – Pic figured out “Buck” was the one who ripped me off. “Buck” has checked in and will probably be sent to another camp. :(


So it wasn’t an escape, and it (probably) wasn’t short staff. For Black History Month we are having special guests from time to time. Tomorrow we are having the daughter of Ray Charles to speak to us. Thus, a stage was erected during 1st rec, and we didn’t get 2nd rec. Oh well.

I have two questions. First, why is being the offspring of a celebrity a reason for someone to be treated with reverence? So what? Her dad got busy and produced her. It happens every day and those children aren’t asked to speak in prisons. :/

Second, when is Caucasian History month? Or Asian History month? What about Hispanic History, or Arab History? Why do blacks get their dicks sucked, so to speak?

My family is immigrants. We had no part of the stain of slavery in this country. Why should we bear the burden of others actions based upon the color of our skin? For that matter, why should anyone? :(



Had a good visit with the family today. Very lucky to have them around.

Mom’s upset that Grandpop seems to have either forgotten or ignored her birthday yesterday. I feel for her. She doesn’t deserve to be treated that way. Truth be told, she deserves to be treated better than most people have treated her. Myself included.

She’s a gentle spirit, full of love and patience. I think, once I get out, I’ll treat her as the elect sister she is. At least I hope I will. My track record has not been stellar in that department. =/

Ugh… Hot Dog is being very loud. He’s betting his chicken for the rest of the year on the 49’ers to win. This is why I don’t get into sports. All this excitement over a frickin’ game. Bleh!

Anyway, almost count time, and almost a full page. ;)

I’ll replenish my locker supply tomorrow, I think. =/


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