Seems I’m moving up in the world! A’s been studying religions. She comes from a right winger Christian family of nutcases. They’d be nutcases without all the fundie crap, mind you, but they’re /really/ nuts with it. So A mentioned to them that she’s studying religion, and somehow, the topic of paganism came up. And her grandmother says: “Pagans are an abomination to God.”

Cool. I’m an abomination now! I’ve always wanted to be an abomination, and I’m glad to know I’ve finally achieved my goal. I didn’t put it on the 1001 Days list because I just never imagined it’d happen in 3 years, but look! It did! Huzzah! Next step: Evil Overlord. Think I can do that?

Yeah. It’s been on my mind… I’m not really surprised, truthfully. They never liked me. Well, actually, that’s a lie. They did, once upon a time, when I was a sweet, shy, naive little Christian girl. Then I got moody, rebellious, angsty, depressed, and snarky. Then they didn’t like me. I got over all that, but they still don’t like me. Probably because I don’t like them. Though I’m always polite to their faces. And most of the time, they’re polite to my face. But I hear all the juicy stuff about me and my family from A, who seems to go out of her way sometimes to give them more reasons to hate me. Like… telling them I’m a pagan, who has lesbian friends.

Mind you, I’m not a lesbian, but they probably think I am. And they definately know I’m a pagan.

Heh. It was funny, A’s brother/uncle/mother’s-boyfriend/father-to-her-sister type person (we’ll call him PJ) (I tell you this family is weird, and you didn’t believe me until I said that, did you?) thought I was gonna be planting scary herbs. I was planting herbs. Including ones he thought were “scary” - like “wormwood”. Which is a pretty little shrubby thing. Then he warned of the dangers of foxtail, which is a beautiful flower. Poisonous if you eat it, yes, but who the bloody hell would? Lots of things are poisonous if you eat them. Most people don’t eat anything but /food/. But I tell you, the guy’s worried I’m gonna poison A, or bewitch her or something. And now that she’s studying you religion, you can bet whatever body part you’re most fond of that they think I’m gonna drag her to the dark side. And you can bet that if she ever leaves Christianity, they’ll blame me for it.

Wonder if they pray for my soul at night?

Probably not. They really aren’t that nice. But my grandmother prays for my soul. And she doesn’t even know I call myself a witch. Hah. She wouldn’t believe it if I told her, though. Denial is a wonderful thing.

Anyway. The abomination is going to bed now. She needs her beauty sleep so she can have energy to cast evil spells all day long. I think me needs a lil PJ voodoo doll. *sticks pins in it*

Nah. Kidding. I’m inclined to think that causing harm just for the hell of it doesn’t do anybody any good. Now, a good reflecting spell, that might be appropriate, though to be honest, his bullshit doesn’t really do /me/ any harm.

Speaking of magic on a more serious level… I did my ritual last week. And another just a couple days ago. The latest was the New Moon ritual, and pretty much just did some tarot. It was odd, because you’d think moon rituals should be at night, and I totally did it at like, 8:30 in the morning, sun shinging brightly. But that’s the only time I had free to do so. It went good. Good advice - especially the bit about being patient with people. I’ve been stressing over people for a while now, thanks to those bastards at work…

That’s another story, though, and I’m tired of this shit.

This abomination is signing off.

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