LOL, I think you are a mind-reader. Here's what my fly on the wall reports.
Dear Diary,
It's been 31 hours and, getting bonded out of jail, a waste! Tony still isn't answering his phone, and I'm stuck it this stupid house with my stupid parents and these two big, hairy bail bondsman guys who sleep on either side of my bed. The won't let me lock the door when I go to the john. They've taken all the valium out of the medicab. The guy in the cowboy hat keeps calling me sweetheart and telling me he knows I have a heart 'in there' somewhere. He's giving me the creeps. I think he's a perv. I wanted to have Christina over, and he winked and asked me if we could dance for him. Other than that, all anybody around here cares about is Caylee. Caylee, Caylee, Caylee.... Where is she? What did you do with her? Tell us where she is? I mean, like, I AM looking for her. I've been going through the want-ads, and I've found lots of vacant apartments where I could have dumped, er scratch that, where I could have left her with Zanny, or whoever the hell else I could have left with her with. After dinner, I'm going to scout out all the Florida swampland within a 20 mile radius. Diary, I'm tryin' to be poss, but this really sucks. In between inquisition sessions, Mom told me Lee is coming tomorrow. That will definitely blow. And this stupid ankle bracelet doesn't go with any of my outfits. I'm absolutely starting to miss jail. Seriously!
xx00