V for Vendetta in Current Events
- Aug. 23, 2024, 7:54 p.m.
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V is for vagina in this part of the entry. A customer at work was hiding nothing with her blue tights. They were shorts? She was spilling out of them. Long black hair with extensions, botched botox lips, and long fake nails, and she was trying to show off as much of her body as she could get away with. It’s Virgo season y’all. It enraged me because there were kids around. This is perverted. I can’t help what I see no more than I can help what I hear or smell. I’m not walking around covering my whole face. I’ll get over this. I’m just traumatized, apparently. When that woman at the gym put her snatch right up against my face, practically. I never have that on my bingo card.
This month I saw a bear, a fox, and a bald eagle. When I went for a walk the other day a bald eagle flew over my head. It was majestic as fuck. The fox I saw on my campsite in the middle of the night. Majestic as well. The bear I saw on our campground. That one scared me. I’m seeing things in pairs if not in threes. I am taking it as a good sign.
September 1st is the final exam for Cardinal Signs, Aries, Cancer, Libra, and Capricorn. Our villain era is en route. The end of a 16-year karmic cycle, I hope it graces me. I never did buy a lighter yesterday. I still need to smudge and sage this apartment. Get rid of that negative NRG.
I can’t seem to go a day without writing something even when I have nothing to say. This is a problem.
I had a shorter shift today. It’s scorching hot. The sky is wide open. I’m going to go sunbathe for no good reason. Just me and my dumb audiobook. Then I will finish everything I started yesterday. I finished a lot, I just lost all motivation when my roommate got home. No biggy.
I haven’t heard anything from that non-profit yet. Next week should be when I hear back. I am hoping they call. Alex is chummy with the HR that sat in on the interview so she is going to try and pull some strings.
That’s it. That’s the entry. I need to take a break from writing for the sake of writing. I’m always talking but I never say anything anymore.
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