I Be That Very Witch

Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub... Ghost - "Year Zero" People, what in the actual fuck is wrong with you? With the arrival of covid-19 in Winnipeg (as if you thought it wasn't gonna happen), society has collectively lost its mind; following suit with the rest of the world.  After all, we like to follow about a week behind whatever the US is doing, right? There is a city/nation/world-wide toilet paper shortage.  Toilet paper.  Really.  Even if a family has to stay in the house for a couple of weeks, how much toilet paper do you need?  You're not going to be shitting yourselves that hard; corona doesn't typically carry gastrointestinal symptoms.  There is a shortage of hand sanitizer as well...interestingly enough, soap is still widely available, EVERYWHERE. It's no secret that the vast majority of humanity has driven me to nihilism...but in light of recent trends, I am simply disgusted. People are running mad, stocking up on everything; clear...

Today, my biggest thought is, "if I stopped eating things, I might stop sounding like Tchaïkovski's   1812 Overture  from behind.  How delightfully ironic, that just as I'm discovering all this self empowerment around my body, I feel so unsexy .  Occasionally, I have experienced moments of insecurity around my digestive function, but it's been short lived; fleeting. After all, love me at my best and gassiest, right? Right. As of late, though, I feel really gross over it. The older I get, the more volatile my stomach becomes.  And Daddy tells me that it doesn't affect how attractive I am to him, but I don't think he dealt with such vocal rear views in his previous life; and that is toying with me.  I do believe what he tells me, though; and his actions genuinely reinforce his message. And I know I definitely do not need the negative self talk; I've caused myself enough grief playing the "Am I as good as..." game with Swedish women (RIP, @horrorbar...