Hate-filled heart

 One (hate-filled heart unfortunately) followed me to The (very awesome) Ohana Festival yesterday. On the way to the festival, I saw Evil E drive past me with a clenched fist. Are you trying to scare me, Esteban. Gosh! They are the most jealous, hateful family that I have ever encountered! Get over it! Lee’s  “property” (her husband) wants nothing to do with her anymore. He is infatuated and very obsessed with me. He is in Carlsbad to get the hell away from her and to be close to me. I can’t blame him!

E! Your social media tells the story that you are busy living your best life in Venezuela. So why aren’t you? Don’t be such a hater, F.U.s and your minions. You are lucky that you didn’t enter the concert venue, in physical form, last night, Esteban. Virtually every other man there appeared to be an out of uniform police officer. I guarantee you that everyone there, as chill and eclectic as they are, do not think your cause is justified. Rather, most people view you to be a criminal. I am eagerly awaiting for criminal justice to be served to you. Anyway, I still had a fantastic night at the Ohana Festival! Shirley Manson really is a classic badass rock star! This song goes out to your loser cousin, Not sorry!

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The stars really came out last night, it was very awesome!

***To Lee and your new main bitch: Lets be clear! Anyone can tell you (who was actually at Ohana last night), that my jacket was too tight because of my big boobs and my bulging biceps. It wasn’t because of my stomach! I can see you and your bitch Lee can’t relate though. 

New spells I may be under

 I was perusing sister F. U’s Pinterest page and she is chanting and manifesting about becoming a money magnet. At first, I thought well good luck with that. It probably won’t work. Now I think that the F. U’s are hexing the opposite reality for me. Lately I have become addicted to shopping on Temu. Temu is like penny slots, I thought, this couldn’t hurt, because everything on the website is so cheap. Well much of what I ordered looked as cheap as it cost. I keep shopping and losing money to Temu. I know people make jokes about Temu, but it hasn’t been registering enough for me to quit shopping there. I need to return it all. I need money for Christmas presents every year, so this is not good. Maybe my online shopping problem wasn’t from a money wasting hex, but I blame all my bad luck on the F. U’S now.

Yesterday I had an epiphany that I should really never eat ice cream again. I love dairy. I always have. But since the F. U’s started killing all of the simple joys in my life, I think it’s best to avoid eating dairy. I went to the grocery store and bought supposedly nondairy ice cream and dairy or not, I blew up like a balloon for the next two hours. I tried to go jogging within 45 minutes of eating an Ice cream bar and I subsequently went outside feeling and looking so fat. It seemed to have undone the appearance of any weight loss I had attained, all because of one serving of nondairy ice cream. I will throw away the rest of the ice cream. I just don’t want to deal with extreme uncomfortable and unsightly bloating. The F. U.’s will have to find a different way to break my stride. They honestly have no life. I can deal with one small hurtful annoying hex, but it’s just been so many tiny to large scale aggravating harassing painful hexes, filling my days and years, that I definitely feel sorry for myself.

 I don’t bother telling people about my troubles anymore, because no one can help me, but me. I’m in this by myself, in terms of emotional support, because no one has the time to listen to me, nor do they believe me. I don’t want to go to the mental hospital again. I want the police to stop my enemies from hexing me.  No one has even confirmed that they believe a word I am saying, so nothing has changed for the better, in this regard. I remain here, trapped in a hex, with my sworn enemies, who have an extensive amount of Palo Santo skills and free time. Unlucky me!

I banish you from my life!

 

Here I am posing with the moon water I am making for the oncoming Blood/Corn Full Moon, with an eclipse twist. I was born on a full moon, which may be why I walk through chaos, as calmly as I do. I just bought a cute new glass bottle for my moon water, so I feel better about that. I do have the fakest smile of every picture I have ever posted online here. I can’t fake cosplay or joke about trying my hand at light pagan rituals or witchcraft lite, as I would like to refer to it. I resent having to go to this trouble, to protect myself and slink to your level. This honestly sucks! As you can see in this picture, I am sick and tired of my witchcraft practicing enemies, messing with me, my life, and the lives of those around me. Who do you think you are? “Sit down! Be humble!” Turn about is fair play, but I actually want law enforcement to handle you.

You may have other certain witches, sweating bullets over the possibility of having their witchcraft practices policed, thanks to me using my voice and getting my awesome allies, to ensure this happens. Sorry, not sorry, witches, Wiccan's, and all other malicious magic practitioners. I see the haters, who align themselves with you. They act like you are doing nothing wrong and I am the evil one. Who do you know who works at Spirit Halloween, F. U. family? Your people want a visit from you. Good luck to them! Walk a mile in my shoes, haters! Me and my daughter were absolutely the only customers in your cheap, crappy store. I hate your d.j. We lasted two songs. “Brick house”, the song used so well, for fat shaming plus size female customers and then “You’re an evil woman,” that crusty song from the 1970’s. Bitches! We left without buying anything, as very justified karma to the employees of Spirit Halloween Encinitas. Don’t tell me their playlist was random either. F. U. all too! I really can’t tell if Evil E put me in a trance to ruin this picture or if I have had a very busy day and my melatonin is kicking in. Evil E wakes me up multiple times every night. No rest for me, because of the wicked. Please get a life, Evil E! I’m not your woman or your bitch. Don’t you want to marry a wife and get on with your life in Venezuela? Sheesh! Don’t let your bitterness over certain unfortunate events that burned you here, run your life. Make the best of your life there, o.k?

**People on TikTok are saying don’t make moon water or charge your crystals for this particular moon because it has wild energy. Should we all hide from the moon then? Well I will at least. I’m exhausted and about to crash out. I had no intention of going outside my house anyway. I m ready for bed at 7:30. Pm