“I’m using my mind fuckery powers on myself. Every time I think about using all that exercise stuff I bought the other day I just say to myself ” bitch, there are women in third world countries that would give anything to be a little chubby” I hate it when I catch myself being self centered and vain. :)”—
Sometimes I complain about going to work. Since I work outdoors, the weather most certainly plays a part in how I am feeling towards being outside. When I was back home in MA, it was such an ordeal during winter to stomach the idea of getting up before it was even light out to be at the barn by 6. Which included shoveling out my car, the driveway, then more shoveling or what have you to get the horses to their paddocks, then breaking out the sledgehammer to break the ice in their buckets so they had water. And of course the hour long adventure of switching blankets. Followed by the picking of snowballs out of their hooves before they got put away at night.
Here in SoCal it is the summer that gets to me. Triple digits most days. Having to be out in the heat and sun, covered in dust and dirt all day. Sweating so much my pants stick to my legs.
But, for all it’s flaws, I do have a pretty good gig going. I work with horses for a living. People pay me to ride their horses. Not too shabby. ( ’ course I paid my dues heavily with much blood, sweat and tears, and more blood, and huge medical bills - via multiple riding accidents)
And my newest client and now good friend, is/was on my fav show, as is her husband. So that is really cool to hang out with them and get the scoop on what’s going on.
And the community I work in is gated and very private with lots of celebs and amazing mansions to gawk at.
I totally forgot where I was going with this…. but, every now and then it is nice to look at what you do and think to yourself “that’s kinda cool”
Also I spent a portion of my weekend attempting to pretend Soul Calibur IV was still the dopest shit so I can be ready for Soul Calibur V. And we made Jack, The Pumpkin King and he is by far one of the best builds.
On Writing by Stephen King, despite my distaste for his…
i mean this completely, and i’m saying this because i am sick of people judging her. i recently read in a magazine that the american media (and several others) have been dissing her and telling her to lose weight to fit in with their ideals of what a ‘woman’ should look like.
Growing up in Salem I know this douche bag. He is the worst sort of fuckhole. He is the Wiccan answer to a televangelist. He is one of those conceited, grasping, dress the part, faux martyrs that makes it hard for people to think being Wiccan DOESN’T involve child sacrifice. I’ve come face to face with his menagerie of entrepreneurial slavery a few times and I usually come away sickened.
My City, she be filled with poisonous souls, dark carnival cacklers and a host of Dr. Terminus’ to shame a convention of snake oil salesmen.
These Puritan streets Ah, Salem, my precious whore You sing of magick
I have always referred to him as the TV televangelist of the Wiccan community. He is vile and a joke and makes our city looks like a carnival.
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