I am once again down here at Netopia...burning a considerable hole thru my lovely little pocket.

Shit. What a way to start the entry, ne?

Gr.

Anyway...I'm here simply becuase I think I need to let off steam else I get myself sick again over whatnot and whatever. GOD. I am not making sense and my nerves a ringing from the noise that several...*shudders* idiots are making over at the end of the cafe. Ich. Ever hear of lowering of voices.

Yes, I know I'm acting like a bitch right now. Sue me. I'm sonot in a giving mood.

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It's the fuxing month. That's all it is, right? I mean, I wouldn't be going stir crazy if it weren't for the stupidity of a Valentine's Day. Ich.

My system is pretty much going haywire with all the hearts and flowers popping out left and right. For cryin' out loud--I CRIED to Isis last night. That is NOT a good sign. My mental health is at stake here and I need an outlet for it all or I'm really gonna lose it. Gr.

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Hence, I will rant about some things that have been bothering me for some time now.

God! What is it about certain people (are they even people?) that I can't seem to stand being in the same fuxing room anymore, hence the instances wherein I vamoose quickly enough and enter the room quietly enough as to attract as LITTLE attention as possible. Gr.

I just want to get out of my block already. I wanna leave the farden building already. Geez! Is that too much to ask?

Hmph. Anyway...there's one other topic that's been pushed to the back burner which I think I will now address (god, where is my grammar going?)

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This is regarding a certain little CHIT who had the gall to go boss around my darling Eden regarding certain wiccan skills/books/and whatnots.

*clears throat*

Putang Ina Mo.

You little, conceited, minimus of a TWIT! What--rather WHO the GODDAMNED HELL do you think YOU ARE hunh? What the f*ck have you been saying to Eden about the 'right ways' of doing certain things??? You no good b*tch. YOU have the GALL to dictate Rights and friggin' Wrongs to Eden regarding OUR Craft when YOU, little lady, have absolutely NO CONTROL over YOUR own ABUSE of IT???

I repeat: Putang ina mo.

You NEVER--EVER listened to your 'seniors' whenever WE gave our two-fuckin'-cents worth whenever you went off the edge with the use of your skills.

Langya naman o! You--my *drips with sarcasm* darling, have thrown fits and stupid tamtrums whenever things didn't go your way. You abused the love given freely to you by a particular senior of yours who is CLOSE to ME.

Carteful? Chit, you were NEVER careful with your powers. No wonder Athena freaked out when I decided that I was embracing it completely. 'Theen, the little twit--I am sure you'll recognize her--has been spewing absolute shit in each and every direction--particularly into the ears of one of my imouto-tachi.

By the Goddess! What a truckload of BULL.

Mimicks: You haven't blessed your cards right.

Darling--placing the cards under the moonlight to fill it with the Goddess' power is ENOUGH blessing, thank you. For the record: WHAT KIND of blessing are you implying? And what about the casting of a circle before you read for others EVERY FUXING TIME?!

Hah. Suuuure... you're familiar with the whole S.O.P.'s of what we do.

Honey, I've been practicing far longer than before you even could grasp the idea that the Craft presents. And FYI *I* happen to be Eden's senior. And that darling kid is under the protection of a circle combined of the FIVE POINTS. *sardonic laugh* Do you even KNOW what the points are? Or do you veer farther into the dark than when I last spoke with you?

All I want to say is this, since I lack time in finishing this little novel lecture that is targeted at burning your ears to fuxing bits.

DO NOT SPEAK ANY MORE OF YOUR NONESENSE TO EDEN ELSE I HUNT YOU DOWN MYSELF AND BIND YOU OF YOUR POWERS

do not tempt me mon chere. If I must, I WILL bind you and no amout of chanting will return what you have lost.