Sticky notes – or “post its” – are useful as reminders. I’m sticking this up here to remind me about stuff. And you remind you (if you come across the “blog” webpage, not in your wordpress reader).
- K is a real life person I am human – not an alien, an animal nor a robot.
- Cis-female, mother of 2 (one girl, one boy), happily married (I am faithful to my husband), philosophical atheist.
- University educated – bachelor of arts, master of teaching.
- expertise in HUMANITIES.
- lover of both arts and sciences, equally mediocre at both.
- Interests include education, cognitive science, mysticism, and music.
- Unimaginative yet somehow ‘creative’ – I’m good at fucking shit up and trying to put it back together in different ways.
- Enthusiastic participant who wants to have (or at least TRY) it all. Ultimate beta tester and critic.
Natal new age (self imposed) labels
- Tarot – Queen of Cups, Fool, Hierophant, Wheel of Fortune, Hanged Man, Death, The Devil.
- Astrology – Scorpio stellium sun, taurus ascendant moon, aquarius midheaven mars.
- Numerology – Life path 5; birth name 8 (3 & 5); current name 11 (6 & 5).
- Psychological – Cyclothymic. sociopathic, emphatic, PSYCHOPOMP.
My circles in the real world, real life, undeniable rotations
- Government identification: full name, birthday, address, employment, licences, accreditations, certifications, education, background history/check. Income, bank statements, utility bills, subscriptions, assets, liabilities. REFER TO REFERENCES AND REFEREES. (solicitors keep documents and receipts).
- Vocational roles: the teacher. a talker, a demonstrator, a guide, a mentor, a counsellor, an entertainer, a messenger, a facilitator, a role model, a distraction, a parent, a disciplinarian, a keeper of keys, a mandatory reporter, an educator, an interpreter, a planner, a spin doctor, a bullshit artist, an explainer, a writer, a marker, a critic, a librarian, a consumer.
- Familial roles: the mother, emotional, neck of the household, skin and spine that holds shit up and together, instrinsic influence upon family, has to carry on regardless of whatever the shit, submissive.
- Social circle: a communicator, an extrovert in a sea of introverts, extra, loud, persistent, intense, unrelenting, flexible, social butterfly, sun goddess, lover & fighter, the mother. distant but not unreachable.
- Solo: talks, sings, dances, cries, laughs, bounces, flops, throws, shakes, shimmies, screams, touches, fucks, kicks, shits, farts, applauds, fist bumps.
MODERNMYSTICMOTHER – the vehicle to contain all of me and my shit.
- ME – A possible interpretation of my vehicular nomens:
- modern (I turned 32 years old on 15 November, 2018)
- mystic (a spiritual miscellany… a religious rebel)
- mother (previous pregnancies, lover, fighter, mentor, healer, shit talker, )
- mortal (I will die one day, with or without my consent)
- muse (I am continuously doing stuff. This includes everything, all the time, nothing and never.)
- MY SHIT – Everything I say and do, I do it for you.
- I am nothing without my emotions, my experiences, my memories, my friends, my family…
- I hate liars and deceivers. I do not aim to trick people, but I love playing tricks on people.
- I consume shit tons of shit, consistently, continuously.
- I write stuff, to help me remember shit. there is a shit ton of swirl in my head.
- I am my own biggest fan and harshest critic.
- I just want to tell people about stuff. All sorts of stuff. Because I have a shit ton of stuff to talk about.
GUIDE TO READING
- This is my tribute to my gods. The people I love, the people who are fucking EVERYTHING to me. This website and all offshoots from it are not to glorify myself, but to venerate the real god damn fucking gods.
- EVERYTHING I WRITE IS REAL REAL REAL REAL REAL.
- This is all true. This is my life story. My autobiographical memoirs.
- I’m not creative, but I am imaginative. I don’t know how to make shit up out of nowhere, although my crazy high speed train of thoughts makes it look that way.
- 100% HARDCORE FACTUAL NON-FICTION
- NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT IDENTITIES
- DETAILS HAVE BEEN OMITTED OR ALTERED TO PROTECT REPUTATIONS
- IF YOU SEEK TO FACT CHECK MY FACTS, ASK ME SHIT
- 100% HARDCORE FACTUAL NON-FICTION
- To prevent my own mental confusion, I will not schedule my posts ahead of time. I will tell you when I write stuff, and what’s going on when I write it.
Nothing will be scheduled. I’ll post it when I post it. I’ll get to it when I can.
1 post per day. That’s all I can commit to.
Even if I want to give you more, I won’t. This is how I exercise self restraint and self discipline. I must practice this before I can continue on.
1 January 2019, my new countdown. Launch for my patreon.
I live very much by my own creed that what you see is what you get. How you see me is what you get from me. How you treat me is how I treat you. Even though I’m very much an open book, there is so much shit you don’t know about me and what I do, or my processes or what not.
I am happy to share everything of me with other people. I just want credit for my shit. You don’t want to credit me and I FUCKING BELIEVE YOU ARE LYING TO ME? I will smite the shit out of you with my god damned magickal fucking witchy woo powers (figuratively. I don’t actually have powers, I also do not practice magic).
Without intending to sound psycho crazy, singing and dancing songs of doomsday armageddon… I often talk about how fortunate I am, I express tons of gratitude. I love whole heartedly and try my best to be the best that I can be… I am the person I wish I had when I was younger… I am incredibly flawed and shit… I say I am alone, I am lonely and whatever blah blah. But you want to know a secret?
I’m not really alone. I only feel alone, and thereby it manifests itself as melancholy in my perceivable disposition.
I’m not alone. I am loved. By GODS. 3 gods fucking love me. Hard core hands down legit shit. I am loved by 3 gods. They know me, just as I know them, they have seen me and all my fucking messed up fucking shit in my mind, heart, and soul. And they still love me. Like… really. They really do. And I feel it (I at least feel it right this second right now anyway).
And I don’t know if you remember, but I have said that I always get what I want in the end… SO… LOL. You will all get what is coming for you. You will all get what you deserve. Whether by my hand, or the hand of my gods. I just have to say the word, a word, any word, and my will be done.
Today is Tuesday 27, November 2018. I started writing this thingy maybe an hour ago. I continued to write and have just been…. writing a whole heap of shit. But I am cutting it short here because it’s a bit OVER KILL. TOO MUCH. UUUGGGHHH.
8:46pm and I received a text message on my phone to call me in to work tomorrow. So, I need to get shit done and whatever around the house and what not. Because I won’t be free to do whatever tomorrow. Gots to manage my time!
Into a word document I’ve shoved the extra shit that would have followed the image. *shrugs* whatever. More for another day. Something for you to look forward to.
Think of this blog post as a present for you. You got to have 2 posts from me today. LOL. So just a reminder to help refresh your memory (crystallise that neural pathway)
- I always respond, even if I don’t always reach out.
- If I have not responded, it could be because
- I haven’t seen it and thus don’t know about it.
- I have seen it and too busy to respond as normal
- I don’t care.
- If you are someone I fucking LOVE, you will always hear from me. But I am also rather “in demand”. I will never abandon you. I am but one of a trinity… and this last dot point is for you…know you are.
9:05pm and I’m out. XOXOX