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Here's a slight introduction to me: I am Bash.
Okay. Now to what I wanna talk about. Currently, I live in a village in the middle of nowhere. It's really cute though. I used to live in Chicago, but now I reside in the northern suburbs near the Wisconsin/Illinois border. You might think this is Trump land because it kind of is. But the small village where I live is actually super progressive and looks like a movie set. Actually, the town square has been used to film a popular movie from the 90's. I refuse to disclose which movie and which town I live in for the time being. I wanna stay safe (even though raw is law).
I love my little town where I live on top of a boutique shop in a really cute building. I live alone in a studio apartment with the perfect view of the plaza and its surrounding buildings. Not gonna lie, it reminds me a town you would see in a snow globe or a Christmas Lifetime movie. Or some series off the CW. Just super mystical like an elf village. There's witches, warlocks, elves, giants, etc.
There is no better place in the world. I just wish there was more people like me in this town because I'm obsessed with myself and all my little niche hyperfixations. Have yet to even meet someone with the same music taste as me and that's the biggest crime. One day I will meet not only a group of people, but also someone that loves me and wants to marry me. It's just all gonna happen to me, idk. For now, though, I gotta find a way to make some extra income because I had a run-in with the fuzz and currently facing legal troubles. Lawyers don't pay for themselves, on god. Wish I could just get a sugar daddy but I don't even know where to start looking for one. Plus I'm not petite and twinkish. People like me have to get 9-5's and side hustles to make it by in this cruel, cruel world. At least I have charisma.
One day, I will move to a place that I own all by myself with a yard. I'm gonna design the house and everything. There's gonna be lawn sculptures too.
What do I wanna be when I grow up? A wizard. Even though I'm already grown up-ish (pushing 30)... I still see myself as a child due to my Peter Pan syndrome-like tendencies. Magic is real and it exists. I haven't cracked the code yet on how to harness my powers, but I'm getting there. You bet I am. Til then, I will continue to daydream and do this thing called life. The end.
Despite waking up feeling refreshed and super on top of the world, I managed to walk out of my apartment today without my car keys. Which just so happen to be attached to my apartment keys. So I am officially locked out.
Luckily, my sister is coming to the rescue with spare keys that are at my parents' house. Unluckily, however, as I sit on my laptop typing this out at a local Starbucks, who do I see in line? The 20 year old femme top that had sex with me the first month I moved into this town. I ghosted him. My hair is a windswept mess right now. I hope I look horrible. I refuse to look up from my laptop screen. You, reader, are now my only salvation. My sanctuary. Guess who's with him. Silvia. The property manager for an apartment complex my dad's company does landscaping for. Mixing business with pleasure in the most heinously gay way. Comical. So damn comical. (They just left.)
What a world this may be. Here's the other sitch prickling my sensitive mind: I had made two sets of spare keys for my apartment. One of them I kept at my parents' house and the other I gave to my best friend Taylor. Once upon a drunken night, Taylor attempted to use her set to get into my apartment, but she revealed that one of the keys was faulty. It didn't let her in. Luckily, that night, I was there to assist with my actual set of keys. Unfortunately, for today, I do not have another me or the original set of keys to help a clumsy bitch out. Good freaking morning and Happy Tuesday.
Perhaps I did this to myself. So, I attempted a magic ritual last night by lighting a black candle and funneled my energy into Yin and Yang (the Tao). It felt really powerful and invigorating in the moment, but it caused my schizophrenic ass to have trouble sleeping. The last time I tried a powerful magic ritual, I tried to harness the full moon's energy on the day before my birthday. Guess what happened. I got a DUI and drug charges on the weekend of my birthday. Perhaps I need to rethink how this magic stuff is affecting me. I feel like I'm Ron Weasley and my spells are blowing up in my face. The gag is I'm not really asking for much from these spells. I just wanna feel empowered and have a sense of direction in my life, manifest good things my way. Is it a crime? (like Sade said)
I'm actually not that pressed to be honest. And that is one thing magic is really helping me out with. Despite bad things happening, I am in such a peace of mind.