Faery Dust Diary
Still pissed today about my iced coffees being stolen from right in front of the door yesterday morning.
I could care less about the hash browns and the sausage cheese biscuits.
BUT DAMN, my iced cofffees???
They neighbors have all been very quiet today for a Saturday too.
They know Im pissed beyond hell.
All Ive done is played Satanic music and played it loud enough for them all to hear.
Slept again a lot today. Last night was restless and I didn't sleep much at all holding onto my anger toward piss ant people in general.
A bit better today. Still vengeful. Half tempted to leave a GrubHub bag with a Mountain Dew and Burger out by the door next week but there'll be piss in the soda and s**t on the sandwich...
Just ticked off at the person who did me wrong and anyone would be.
Set me off into a psychotic rage.
That aside, I heard my dead aunt call my name. No idea what she wanted to speak to me about. And the nap I took and minor dream I had of her wasnt real enough to physically recall too well at all. But I know I heard her and that she was lingering around. Rare too in that she hasnt even been on my mine until I heard her voice say my name today.