OMG People,
I turned 22 on the 18th. That was ok. I was in Arkansas with friends etc and had a blast. However on the way home I got pulled over. Then I was arrested. Yes, sweet lil ole Becky who would never break the law (anymore ahem.. kidding) I spent the friggin night in jail. I'm waiting for my father to come home. He has spent 3000 bucks to help get me, my car and fines taken care of. I feel like a child who broke mom's fav vase or something and she has said "Just wait till your father comes home." I know I'm going to get an ear full and I deserve it. I wish there was some other solution to my situation though. It's not like I robbed something or got caught drinking or something. The only thing I did was fail to pay a yearly fee for "points" on my driving record. Stupid Texas law. I totally forgot this stupid new law until I got arrested. Honest to goodness I didn't skip on it on purpose. I only forgot and that's the end of that.
Now I'm going to be living through hell-o at home. I might loose my job for a lack of a way to get to work (Its an hour drive one way!). Maybe this job thing will work ok for the best. I've been wanting to change jobs. I can't stand the medical feild anymore. OMGsh if any of you read this PLEASE call me. Or hug me if you get the chance. That was tramatic. I need rides now too. Ugh. I HATE this.
I heard someone getting beat, I had nasty men watch me pee through my cell door, the stench and filth crawled on me when i sat down. I could feel it. It was nauseating. Matthew Mcconaughey said it best. "Jail's not cool."