My next art piece will be a painting of a stoplight aiming to convey the increasingly high level of torment they have brought me lately. I will be cruising along, enjoying a great song on the radio, without a care in the world, and then I hit a stoplight. I do see my own privilege and entitlement in the way that stoplights bother me so much. I have not encountered many road blocks in my life. I mean, I have been coasting along, without real employment, my whole life. Yes, I have been financially taken care of my whole life. So I know that my inner spoiled brat weirdly gets the best of me in this unremarkable universal experience of stopping at a stop light. Entitlement is getting frustrating over being made to stop dead in your tracks, when it is the kind or necessary thing to do. I was born in LA and didn’t notice or mind the stress of traffic, as a child. However, when I moved to Carlsbad in 1998, I did feel like the stop light wait time here felt like an eternity compared to in LA. Then again, I didn’t know anyone in Carlsbad and I was very depressed. I was self conscious about my weight and overall appearance. I felt like I looked different from all of the blonde, beachy, skinny people down here. I thought they were staring at me and giving me dirty looks at stop lights. I felt like they were always noticing my differences and judging me for them. I was living “People Are Sttrange” in the faces of all the locals, when they looked at me. Having started his hex in 2014, Evil E has had enough time to study me, and figure out what embarrasses or upsets me. He knows that there is always that uncomfortable “checking each other out” that happens at stoplights, which makes me very self conscious. Whenever I am feeling good, while driving, I will ultimately come to a stoplight and Evil E can’t help messing with me. He makes me mouth along the lyrics to the songs I am listening to. He is going to force me to mouth the words, against my will, for his own amusement. That always drives me crazy, so I have to turn the music down, so he quits bugging me.
Lately, I have finally gotten over my fear of jogging on the public streets, around my house. I was always too crippled by self consciousness to do that. At almost 50 years old and having lived in Carlsbad for close to 25 years, I said, “Hey! Who gives a rip? I’m going running!” That was huge for me, to finally get over it and feel comfortable enough to go running outside, in my neighborhood. I feel great, especially, under the circumstances. So now, Evil E has found a great way to make me feel so self conscious, that it stops me dead in my tracks. It’s very embarrassing to admit, but he may be making my boobs feel not secured in my sports bra. He may be somehow making my boobs bounce more than they should. I blame him for messing with me and making me feel self conscious about my breasts, while I am running. He doesn’t want me to get too confident or to get too much of a runners high. He has to put me back in my place, like the evil ahole that he truly is. There is a chance that I need a different sports bra and maybe this accusation is a bit of a reach. I can’t blame him for everything.
I still trip out that Maeve has no remorse and she just carries on with her stupid gymrat friends. Her gymrat cronies are too stupid to think through all of her doings and the evil that is in her. There is no judgement from them and they could be participating in her magic nonsense too. Who knows? There will be always be interesting party tricks with her in attendance. She also has Treys sister still under her spell. Her sweetheart image is “oh so fake!” She is so bitter that she is completely onboard with continuing to twist the knife in my back. You won’t apologize to me for sicking your evil Santeria practicing, attack dog cousins on me? You are so weird and so are the jackasses who support you. Screw you until the bitter end, as well, my enemies!
*I know your dumb as rocks gymrat friends don’t believe me, so I can’t wait to prove it to them! My account of events may be hard to believe but it’s not impossible. No one, historically, has ever been able to prove that they suffered or were injured by a spell or hex, but hopefully that will all change soon. You are like that bitter ex wife, Betty Broderick, who is still sitting in jail, with no remorse whatsoever, for killing her ex husband and his new wife. She would have taken her crime to the grave, as well. She would have loved to be able to play it off, like you, and still be a free woman. I hope your ship and everyone on it, sinks soon! I think I have a few powerful people looking into this, so be forewarned! Let’s create a new law to give you the criminal punishment that you deserve! I don’t want you to continue to b.s. the world and breeze past the legal system, as if you are not hexing me. It doesn’t matter right now anyway, because there is no law against it yet, right? What you have been doing may be the outlier for what is considered a crime, in the future. I hope some good comes out of you harassing me in this creepy and most unbelievable way. I am anticipating more focus on this, if your jealousy triggers Evil E even more. I would like to think that you and your family are being watched right now, to see what other crimes you and Evil E are involved with. I actually don’t care what your dumb as rocks friends think either. You and I both know, what you are getting away with and shouldn’t be. Justice shall prevail soon! Fingers crossed! Say a prayer for me! (Not Santeria or any harmful magic, I mean.) I will accept the positive prayers and blessings from anyone else who reads this!
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