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I was about to push Adrena Lynn down the stairs when something she said stopped me dead in my tracks,

“Kim Possible”

 I followed her gaze across the housing unit and there she was! Several guards where escorting Kim and Ron through the facility. I stood there and watched then stop at DNAmy’s cell. They spoke for several minutes before Kim rushed out of the facility. I don’t knew what they where talking about, but I plan to find out.

Sorry for not updating for a while. We’re not supposed to have our own computers in here and I almost got caught last Tuesday thanks to my lame cellmate.

She shouldn’t be a problem much longer…

*Bangs Head Against Keyboard*

 This new cell mate is driving me crazy. She just won’t shut up about how she used to be a TV star.

After Carrol’s ‘accident’ I’ve been assigned a new cell mate.

Get this, her name is Adrena Lynn. What kind of stupid pun name is that? I’m glad my name’s not a pun.

 That’s probably why this chick is so annoying. She keeps saying “Freeeaky” and it’s driving me nuts.

I feel much better now.

This morning I woke up to find that Carrol had used my very last lipstick to write “Camille is a stupid whore” on the wall.

I was furious. I worked hard to get and keep that lipstick, and I don’t like work at all.

Anyway, I shape shifted into Carrol and went out to the yard. I found the leader of one of the gangs, socked her in the face, and ran like hell. I ducked back inside the prison near where I knew the real Carrol was and changed back to myself.

Carrol’s in a coma now. And when I went back to my cell, I found my other two missing lipsticks in Carrol’s stuff.

I feel much better now.

My cellmate Carrol has been such a pain this week. She’s flirting with my guard and touching my stuff.

No, you pervs, I mean she’s taking what few things I’ve managed to keep. I took an hour of “hard labor” to convince the Warden to let me keep my makeup kit, and I don’t share anything with anyone.

 I don’t, like, hate Carrol but she’s really getting on my nerves.

The musical has been going well. I’ve been trying to seduce the guard backstage, but with all these other women trying the same thing it’s hard to keep his attention. The stupid man doesn’t even recognize that it doesn’t get any better than me!

I met with my lawyer today (that lame public defender) and he says I’m going to get time off for good behavior. A while two years off of thirty.

 I wonder if they’ll let me use them now…

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

I broke a nail.

Maybe I need one of those petition thingies that Paris is trying.