Top jokes about my situation lately

 I took my daughters to El Coyote restaurant in Old Town a few weekends ago and as we were walking in and sitting down, another restaurant patron yelled “Check please!” I thought I heard some people laughing. It is freaking other people out, especially if you are superstitious. No one needs this kind of additional stress in their lives. Many people think that I am a home wrecker who deserves every bit of this revenge mental abuse. This judgemental mindset and mockery is making my situation even worse. Nothing has gotten any better in 10 years. No one is communicating with me about any sort of help I may receive, People are just making jokes, acting like they could care less, or looking at me with hate filled eyes. Part of the problem is that Santeria isn’t a huge problem in Carlsbad. Very little is known about this and there is no specific law to prevent, end, or prosecute this. How much time, can one person serve for general criminal mischief? Another cause of ignorance to my situation is that no one can relate or have knowledge about what I am experiencing mentally, unless they have heard voices before. At the very least, this a 10 year psychotic break, that continues endlessly dragging me through this same story every day. It is Groundhog Day for me every day. I have been trying to get help and get through to people this whole time, but their reactions are not what I expected or hoped for.  Because of my schizoaffective disorder diagnosis, no one believes the story I am telling. The voices in my head are just a byproduct of my mental illness. My mental illness is not a mild one either, it’s the most debilitating mental illness someone could be diagnosed with. I am just a medication-resistant schizoaffective woman, right? Apparently, the medication is not working for me!  The abusive voices and the delusion of being targeted and hexed are classic textbook experiences resulting.from stubborn, treatment-resistant psychosis. On the other hand, if hexing is possible and powerful, it is the perfect form of attack, spying, and mental abuse that may never be fully realized, proven, or punished. Evil E has been getting away with this for 10 years now and I am so sick of this!

On the flip side, I sometimes sense that people have read my story and they identify me, as the person at the center of this. Yes, I am involved in some crazy shit because I was tempted to do something with someone that would cause harm to their romantic relationship and family. Mate poaching is a prosecutable offense in other states but thankfully not in California. Everyone is clinging to their partner more tightly, when they see me. The potential of being hexed or being the victim of a crime of passion is scaring people into staying with their original partners. I think the consensus now, is having an affair or dumping someone for someone out there, that you think is better, is dangerous!  Just stick with your original partner, it’s not worth the headache!

The joke that I heard while I was at the Pancake House this morning (don’t food or fat shame me for that) is referring to my situation as “The Latin Mission Impossible.” Take note, if this hex was investigated, it could possibly help the U.S. foresee potential attacks and get into the minds of opposing political leaders around the world. It’s easy espionage, without having to leave the United States! Let’s just go with that idea for the sake of our country’s safety! Just kidding for my sake! That’s all! Help me!

Evil E and his crew in SD (2014)

 I was scrolling through E’s Instagram and I came across this god awful picture of Evil E and his crew of asshole friends from when he was living here in 2014. 2014 is the year, I believe, that E started hexing me. I apologize for the most horrible offensive part of this picture (the guy dressed as a Klan member or  maybe he’s a joint but he looks too similar to me. Could be both) ) E really was like The Proud Boys, when he was living in San Diego. He did not give a rip about racism towards other minority groups or the white supremacy of the douchebags he was rolling with. Just stand there and pose next to your Klan like a chump, E! He gives zero fucks. Idiot, he is and they are. But, look at these assholes! I know that people have the impression that I am racist because I looked at this Venezuelan guy E, thought he was evil looking, and created this whole bs story about it. But here we are, and these are all of his equally evil-looking,  intimidating white cronies. I hope they don’t see this blog or this doesn’t get back to them.  I see all sorts of evil this picture, a definite crime element, racism, misogyny, even rape. I do peg them for being rapists too. You are the company that you keep, so I am not surprised that Evil E was surrounding himself with the biggest assholes possible in 2014. I am sure they egged E on and were down to assist or have his back in his evil deeds. I am truly scared of all of the dudes pictured here.

And Happy Anniversary to me! It’s been 10 whole years since Evil E started hexing me ,still no one believes me, is helping me, or could stop him even if they did believe me.

Quit hexing my cat!

Don’t hex my cat, evil E-! This little cat is sitting here giving me a dirty look. She just tried to bite me, for no reason , which she never does. She came over crying because she wanted me to pet her. Then she got mad, all of a sudden, and tried to bite me. I did think this behavior was out of the ordinary so I do wonder if you are hexing her too. Do not hex anyone else in my family, including my cats! I do blame you (already) when weird shit happens with them because “you never know.”  If my cat bites me, it’s your fault completely! You seem to think that you can do whatever you want, to whom ever you want ,with no consequences. If you push it, as far as you can, because you think you can get away with it, (concerning me) I want to tell you to go for it. I am optimistic that you will eventually get caught and we will have more charges on you to keep you locked up longer. You, unabashedly making this so obvious and trying to taunt/talk directly to police officers, may be the nail in your coffin. I need a happy ending here. Wishful thinking and good vibes needed from anyone else reading this!

I truly am Astrid Deetz!

 I went to my friends Beetlejuice party on Saturday dressed as Astrid Deetz. Astrid was born into what was perceived by others, as a different or weird family. Her upbringing led her into the same odd, reclusive lifestyle. Unfortunately, her lack of positive social interactions, with her peers, during adolescence, had shaped her into a naive girl, who was an easy target for predators. Hopeless romantic that she was, and eager for companionship, she failed to see the red flags with the boy who was pursuing her. It was the worst case scenario possible. He was a manipulative, deceitful devil-in-disguise. She, like me, fell victim to an evil spirit with malicious intent. However, the dumb demon did not foresee, that she would realize the situation, in time, to turn it back on him. Spoiler alert: she, Beetlejuice, and her family, sent him back to hell in the end. 4 stars!

Don’t tease me

 From my tormentors Instagram story.  At first I thought he was swimming with hammerhead sharks. (I don’t have my glasses on) Those are the wrong sort of sharks! This is not the ending I wanted for his Instagram story.  His pictures tonight are very reminiscent of the movie “Open Water,” without the satisfying ending. Oh well!

A snapshot of college life in the 1970’s

 Ok although living in a womens dorm might have driven me a little crazy, it would certainly have been safer. In Isla Vista, the community was still holding onto archaic and unsafe ideas that the guys definitely set up, for example, no one should lock their doors. People would say, “No one needs to. No one is going to steal your stuff.” But what about, entering our apartment/bedroom without welcome or warning? And look at the women here, all talking on the telephone. I presume that they were not just talking to their families and female friends, but also male suitors. Men in the 1970’s used to chat up the women they were interested in, on the phone, and met up with them, took them out on dates etc. What a concept! I got cheated going to college in the 1990’s, because those days were long gone. None of the guys that I went to college with wanted any form of commitment or monogamy. They wanted little to do with women, in the daylight, sober hours. Then, at nighttime, at parties, they would greet you either with an insult or a sexual comment. They wasted no time telling you what they wanted from you. We either gave in to them, then and there, or we had no interaction with the guys at college. There is a word for that now, “breadcrumbing.” You have to take what you can get, or go home. (Which I did a lot) Nice to see these players all eventually grew up and are being good to one woman, when they surprisingly didn’t practice that at all in college.

To Maeve’s bony, gym rat friend

 I see you. Why do you travel all the way down to Carlsbad, to be a complete bitch? You don’t have any children, so you don’t have to be a role model to anyone and you aren’t! (Or shouldn’t be) I don’t know how you fill up an entire hour long seminar talking about calorie deficit and just not eating .Anorexia is the secret to your success! There is not much to explain there. I can’t believe people hire you to explain how to achieve your thinness. Yes ,you have that blonde haired blue eyed revered stereotypical beauty, so rub it in my face! Your beauty is apparently only skin deep. If you are trying to be the model friend, keep going with that! Hold hands with the devil, until she pulls you down into the depths of hell with her! You are weirdly, a hater, as well. Trey is way cooler, better looking, and all around more attractive than your husband! You can’t handle that! You are really scratching your super-straight blonde hair right now.  Trey obviously thinks I am hotter than you, Maeve, and your manly looking friend combined. Sorry! I know that I am not jealous of you.  Your husband looks like the biggest preppy dork! Trey is way hotter! I don’t know what to say. I feel sorry for you! You have to have sex with that goofy-looking dork every day for the rest of your life! I couldn’t do that…with him! Have fun with that?!

To Maeve’s bony gym rat friends, husband:  What are you doing here really? As if I am scared of you. Why aren’t you wearing your pink polo shirt and khaki shorts? You seem as East Coast country club preppy, as Maeve does. Like how rich are you people? Feel free  take your bony wife and Maeve (not even back to Santa Cruz, but) back to the East Coast. You seem like East Coasters all the way! You actually look like you are from Maine or something. You look like a rich, ball-less man with no problem wearing pink or dressing matchy-matchy with his wife. (Like they all do on the East Coast) You are a man, right? Can you explain to me, why you came down to Carlsbad and what do have to say to me? What is your plan here besides being fucked up and trying to scare me? Scaring me would be impossible for you, though. Get a life, really! Don’t you have a job or a golf game you have to get to?

Matteo: Yes, she gives little pep talks to people so they can lose weight by not eating. You should attend one of her seminars! What are you waiting for?