morning papers is taking everything out of me. i don’t feel the need to write here like i use to.
working 5 days in a row is hard to get use to. i love having a weekend, but it’s work to get there. i hope to get in the groove and overcome it.
Halloween is coming up. i started packing.
i’m get more nervous than excited.
i asked him “On a hot summer night, would you offer your thought to the wolf with the red roses?” and he answered with “I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that.”
it’s going to be good. it’s going to be wonderful.
i’m going to watch The VVitch and eat pizza and be with perfect person for me, right now.
i don’t know where to start.
i had my birthday weekend and it was rough. i got called out by the 2 most important people in the world, had my identity question, and just was rough.
it was the first time i was excited to go home after my visit.
i need to find a new hotel. i am haunted and i am not playing that game anymore.
not if I am taking Izzy with me next year.
i have plans for Halloween. i’m not going to be in my backyard, around a fire, watching The VVitch.i will be with Izzy, watching The VVitch, in a hotel room.
it was their idea, the hotel room. originally it was just going be at his place but, they texted me, saying could get a room with 2 beds, i can leave whenever and fuck, what a gentlethem!
we haven’t done anything, not even hugging or holding hands and boom, third date in a hotel room, an overnight slumber party.
i am excited and kinda scared.
also, i came up with a spell to get rid of something. and i know it’s working all ready, before i even casted it.
i got my clothes picked out for Halloween. i know my makeup and i even got my horns out.
and i need to go to bed.
been doing my morning papers every day. it’s the 1st things i do, before putting on glasses or anything, or at least i try to.
after my birthday, i’m going back to the book and start moving forward with more of the exercises.
i also want to investigate more workouts. i need to work my abs and arms more.
and if i can workout every other day, i want the other day to be for meditation.
and build the fucking ancestors altar.
maybe i’m losing my passion here because of the morning papers. i am getting stuff out of my head.
thank Karpo, fall is here.
there still much work to do, before i can get into just celebrating and not doing the hard witchcraft. that will be taken care of this week.
and then there is the planning of my birthday weekend.
in other news, i went on a 2nd date. we watch Deadpool and Wolverine and they got us pizza. i had fun.
i had a fun afternoon with a fully form human who thinks i’m cute.
and my Flower Speak cards call me out so fucking hard yesterday. 5 cards for one spot to tell me to either wake up and take in the good or just be the fuckwit i have been.
my home is clean. i have the start of a relationship with a full form human. i am working on my witchcraft. my friends love me, still, and i’m seeing them next week. i am working out and loving the changes of my body. i like my job. i have money.
i am fucking happy.
i. am. fucking. happy.
maybe for the first time in a long time.
i could do an update, with numbers and math, but i am moving by the smallest of inches and, blar.
trying to get a 2nd date. i am doing this thing where i want THIS and when i am presented with the chance of THIS, i want to run away.
no more. if i want to get there, i need to walk there. there is someone waiting for me, hell who wants to walk with me, and i need to get over this assery and become who i want to be.
i casted a love spell last Halloween and i am cashing it in.
i need to sit and write. not this typing on the laptop but with pen and paper and REALLY plot out what the hell i want and do this fall.
