I know, I know.....

Hey Guys,

Like the title says, I know. I know I've been neglecting my blog but I've been busy with family shit and the OH MY FUCKING GODS THE LIGHT IS BACK day. Now I'm too tired to actually write all that much today but I promise I'll post sometime this week about what the hell has been going on.

But like I said I'm really tired so I'm gonna go lie down and read a book.

Night.

-Daniel Ambrosius Devereux

P.S. See I didn't even use the title that time. ;P

Bitch, I'm about to rant and rave!

Hello Bitches,

So I been told that I seem immature and that people don't take me seriously, now I don't know why anyone would think this but if I where to hazzard a guess it would be because of this blog and my personality. Now my loyal subjects could tell you that my personality won't take shit from anyone, now this kind of personality is apparently seen as attention whoring. So what would you people like to see, me being silent, I've done that before and I didn't like it. I spent a whole year practically not speaking and it wasn't any fun.

This song sums me up.

Maybe I am a bit rash and I don't think things through, maybe I offend some people. But this rash, rude, instinctual personality is one of the things people love about me.

Apparently I flaunt my witchcraft, now on this subject I'm confused, I don't normally talk to people about it. At most I read a book when I'm with people but I normally talk about it with my pagan-y friends, yes I may update my facebook saying something to the effect of: Working on a money spell, or, tonight is a good night for hexing; but that's more toward my pagan-y people. Or maybe its the fact that I talk about it on my blog; here let me go check how many times I mention it, in five posts I mention it and in three of them I actively talk about it.

Maybe its because of the blog that I seem immature; I mean it is called Sovereignity and I've made myself a big fancy title. The name and the fancy title is more a play on a nickname I've been given; Queeny. After all gay men have been called queens for decades, so I believe I have a right to claim said name.

Maybe I'm seen as immature because I flaunt my homosexuality, yes I am a bit flaming but everyone is. So if I can't be a bit flaming does that give me the right to go up the hetero couple whos' kissing over coffee and tell them: You two seem immature because your flaunting your heterosexuality? No it doesn't!

Now people may say that I'm being immature because I'm sitting on my arse blogging about this but in my opinion I'm not. If you don't like what I have to say either get the bloody hell off my blog and never come back, or leave a fucking comment and start a conversation with me, it's that bloody simple!

If any of you've read this post will know I created this personality, Daniel, because I was given the chance to reinvent myself. Daniel is my id, He is everything I wish to be; physically, mentally, and emotionally.  Now if anyone would like to say that I shouldn't act like my Id then please pipe up, because I apparently have bipolar and schizophrenic tendencies, then again doesn't everyone?

It probably would be a good idea for me to apologize for this little rant but I wont because there is no reason for me to apologize to my readers, you read this blog because you're interested in my life and what I'm doing.

But I will apologize for this and this post, the first one was funny and I thought I'd share it and the second was strange.  I would also like to apologize for not doing what I said that I would in this post, I've been kinda busy so I may get to it today.

Well your Queen needs to get a shower so I'll see you later my servants,

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Original Sin, The Queen of Harlots, Roses, Chaos, Heaven, Night, Empress of India, The Tsar of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld,The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell, Pope of Discord, The Saint of Sinners, The Beast, Lucifer, The Morning Star, The Anti-Christ, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Priestess of the Greek Gods, Hecates’ Handmaiden, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.

Not an Orange

First of all, Shes not a cat, if she was a cat she wouldn't be using her hands.

Second of all, that's not an orange that's a fresh tomato.

And to the guy who filmed this, I hope you fucking paid her because if you didn't you should be hanged; And if any creepy old guy got his rocks off by watching this He should be on the gallows too.

Harry Potter and the Homo-erotic subtext

I'm sorry but this video is so cute and funny.

Click It.

 

Image found by Google, here.

Preparing for Christmas in the Devereux household

Hello my minions,

So it's been four days since I last posted, I've been trying to post every two or three days but that doesn't seem to be happening. On the fifth I went to Ground Zero for the game day; I saw Dave who hadn't been there for quite a while and I believe He said that He's no longer running fourth edition at The Game Shoppe anymore which I was quite happy about. Living Forgotten Realms is dead, it's been dead for a while, actually with the Cavaliers it's been dead for a little less than a year. By the way our gaming group is called The Cavaliers, actually I believe last November was our ten year anniversary; I had joined the Cav's some time in '04 so for me I would've been in the group for six years.

First slot I played Rokugan, the table included three Crab, two Lion, one Mantis, and Me one Crane. So there was my courtier, Doji Yomi, with five people who were practically enemies of his clan and the one Mantis who he felt was 'useful'.  It was a fairly easy mod actually, We where bringing some soon-to-be Samurai to their Gempukku. Well, the shit hit the fan as the ceremony was beginning; The night before the Empress had declared that she was pregnant. Well as the ceremony was starting one of the Emperors guards killed her. I think that's all I'm gonna say because from there on it gets so fucking confusing, well to confusing to up down on paper. At one point one of the players of one of the Crab bushi said that I should be playing a Shugenja, a spell-caster. I respectfully said that I had played one of them before and that I would like to play something a bit differed; And to actually note  I have played a Shugenja, She was from the Unicorn clan and I've also played a Bushi and She was from the Lion clan.

And now I know that all of the people of my Queendom are enraged saying something to the effect of: My glorious Queen, how dare this man insult royal blood like that, He should be taken to the stocks, right?

Now, now. Calm yourselves My subjects, there is no need to be angered at his words. He spoke truth, I do usually play spell-casters. As of late I've been trying to play different things, Now being a face character isn't something I would normally do. He spoke no lies nor did he insult Me, now always remember the reward for a liar is pain.

Second slot I played Pathfinder, It went well I guess. The first fight which in my opinion shouldn't have taken as long as it did but almost no one was hitting.  Nearing the end of the first fight one of the players became angered I believe, over what I have no clue because either I don't remember or I wasn't paying attention. When his character fell he became slightly upset saying, "Everyone, your healing is dieing on the floor." Now I was playing a witch and my character had quite a bit of healing, so him falling wasn't much of a big deal, I mean he was level one with three or four spells one of which he had spent, I don't think he had any scrolls and if he did any caster with Cure Light Wounds on their list could trigger it. Now my witch had one free cure light for each creature, fifteen cure light scrolls, five cure moderate scrolls, and three spells readied. Aradia was packing the healing.

The second fight was a killer, We ran into a Summoner and her eidolon. First round She downed an invisibility potion and the Eidolon charged forward, The Druid sent in his Roc and the Inquisitor followed. The Eidolon made quick work of the bird, at that point Aradia said something about chicken for dinner, The Eidolon turned on the Inquisitor who was quickly retreating back to the party.

At some point they made it back up to the bar where the Roc carcass was sitting, a round or two later the Inquisitor was blown out of the water. At that point Aradia said, "Sorry everyone but I'm out." which she promptly turned tail and ran. A while later, after collecting the Inquisitors' body, the party coughed up their share of the money and still that wasn't enough to raise the man. Now no one really had any money other than Aradia and another, at that point I looked at the owner of the Inquisitor and said, "Aradia has just now bought a bodyguard." He looked at me like, What, then he got it while saying, "Yep, Aradia has a bodyguard."

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Nothing has happen since Saturday, a week or so ago they started to play Christmas music and for the last three weeks or so I've been waking up to Christmas music. Have I ever mentioned that I hate Christmas music, well I do. Christmas is one of the holidays I despise,  Christmas Carols and the light. If I could I would start hibernating before the carols start and I wouldn't wake until New Years Eve. I hate snow and for me the month of December heralds two things, Snow and Christmas; Here in Nebraska their isn't no such thing as a Christmas without snow, it's blasphemy. Now we have a few traditions in my family, they aren't all that original, We have a ham for dinner on Christmas eve and that night we would go to church. Now we haven't gone to church on Christmas even for a few years now, actually we haven't gone since my family found out I was gay and pagan; I also don't eat ham.

Another tradition of ours is that we decorate, that isn't the tradition really, it's my Grandmother bitching about putting the decorations up and then taking them down, she also bitches about the Halloween ones as well. She wraps the banister in gaudy garland and the fireplace too, She lugs out the pieces of the eight foot plastic tree from the basement. A wreath is nailed above the fireplace that is never used and garland is draped on it mantle, oh and I have pictures.



I know there crap-tastic photos but you get the gist of the decorations. Christmas is a very special holiday for my family, it's one of their favorites. Personally I hate it, no one gets what they really want and isn't Christmas about the birth of their Savior? Now for me the day of, "OMG THE LIGHT RETURNS!", is just another day. It's nothing all that special, none of the gods I work with regularly have anything to do with that, I believe. With most major holidays someone always gets into a fight, wait who am I kidding any time that the family gets together theirs fights.

So this year I know what I'm gonna say,

It´s Christmas, for goodness sake. Think about the baby Jesus, up in that tower, letting his hair down, so that the three wise men can climb up and spin the dradel and see if there are six more weeks of winter! -Karen Mother-fucking Walker

I'm gonna get weird looks for saying that but it'll shock them into silence. Well I think that's all I have to say for this post, Oh a few of my reader would like me to post about how I came to work with Hecate and what I do to worship her, hopefully within the next few days I'll have that post rolling out. I'm also surfing CNN.com for possible articles to post about and give my two cents on.

Well Goodbye my lovelies,

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Original Sin, The Queen of Harlots, Roses, Chaos, Heaven, Night, Empress of India, The Tsar of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld,The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell, Pope of Discord, The Saint of Sinners, The Beast, Lucifer, The Morning Star, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Priestess of the Greek Gods, Hecates’ Handmaiden, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.

Squirrel-Dog Hybrids!

Good Morning/Afternoon/Night My Pets,

Well nothing much as happened since my Grandmother verbally attacked me, I would like to tell you know that your Queen does not that great of memory so that small transcript of the fight is generalization not word for word. Well as you can tell from the script the She-Bitch wants me gone, She's vindictive and spiteful, and as I've said in the past She occasionally cooks dinner. Now with my ethics on witchcraft I've made my fair share of enemies and I wouldn't eat anything one of them made for me,  I refuse to eat anything that She-Bitch cooks. Now She made tacos Tuesday or Wednesday, I don't remember which, so as normal I ate dinner and it was good I guess. The next day I woke up and I was violently sick, I mean I couldn't really get out of bed and I was vomiting up my guts. She knows nothing of witchcraft but I don't want Her negativity of wanting to be rid of me to rub off on my food; so I'm cooking for myself, it's not a new development I've been doing it since I could turn a fucking stove on.

I re-fixed my sleep schedule for like the fortieth time and it's fucked up AGAIN! I am very fucking angry, for the past few days I had been waking up around six or seven in the morning so that's a good thing. But I am a evening person through and through; if I was to sleep all day and be awake during the night I would be fine, I wouldn't be tired in the middle of the night. During the day, now that's a different thought all together, I get very fucking tired in the middle of the day. Now being so fucking tired I tried to take a nap, now usually I'm not able to fall asleep because someone is  calling my cell or The She-Bitch is being loud, but yesterday it was perfect I got a two or so hour nap in. Now, see the thing with me and naps are, if I get a nap I won't sleep that night so that's where we are.

So now I am sleep-deprived and I have a migraine the sized of Europe.

Now I know what all of you are saying: Now our great and Benevolent Queen, why don't you take a nap and have someone wake You from Your beauty sleep?

Now my entertaining subjects, why didn't I think of that?

Because no one in the palace is willing to wake You from your beauty sleep?

I really should knight you or something, you must be reading my mind.

I had asked my brother if he would wake me up an hour or two later, He refused citing that I would yell at him! I of all people don't yell. It's not like I was asking much, all I wanted was for him to ring my cell once or twice to wake me, it's not like I asked him to swim the English Channel!

My honorable, cunning, wise, and all-knowing Queen; why don't you just have him exiled?

Now I would love to do that but alas he is part if the royal family, that's frowned upon you know and He hasn't even committed a crime.

Ah but Mistress shouldn't anyone who disturbs your rest be considered a criminal?

You have a very good point there peasant, I shall bring it up to my advisors.

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I really do love writing those small conversations, they are entertaining. I should name the Peasant shouldn't I? Something I've noticed is that on this blog I have a slight personality shift, I act more narcissistic than normal, then again that's not by much.  Another thing is that I have been dreaming more and more lately, the other night it was about me taking over the world with a squirrel-dog hybrid army, one of these animals could take out five marines in two seconds, three of them could take out a tank in ten seconds and, they where near bullet-proof.

I am starting up my own homegame of DnD it's forth edition and I'm trying to figure out what day I'm running the buffoons through Keep on the Shadowfell. Okay well that may have been a little harsh, their not buffoons they are just nerds.

I just now realized that google got the squirrel picture from another wordpress site, so heres a link. And I have to say I am slightly jealous of the smiling coffee, after all He's made of coffee so he is totally caffeinated. Wait, is the coffee a He or is it a She? Well with the english language it assumes that its masculine until told otherwise.

I think I'm gonna go to bed, Night!

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Original Sin, The Queen of Harlots, Roses, Chaos, Heaven, Night, Empress of India, The Tsar of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld,The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell, Pope of Discord, The Saint of Sinners, The Beast, Lucifer, The Morning Star, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Priestess of the Greek Gods, Hecates’ Handmaiden, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.

War Kittens and Puppies

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Good Morning Minions,

I woke up around two this morning, so I went out and made some toast. I was hungry and I figured I would fall back asleep after it, did I? Nope, The Grandmother of Satan had to wake up and ask me a question.

So I know what you're gonna say: Oh my Great and Beautiful Majesty, Was the she-bitches question?

Now my loyal and slightly honorable subjects aren't I a great psychic? Okay so here's the question, keep in mind she has no computer knowledge at all.

Daniel, why isn't there the little speaker thing down by the clock on the laptop?

So, your Queen sat there and looked at her like she was a nutter for a few seconds before saying: I have no clue, I mean yes its the same model of laptop as mine but I've used my brothers' and it feels so different, almost wrong.

See I'm the kind of person who attributes personalities to inanimate objects, my laptop is like a well-trained war kitten, his is like puppy. So when I didn't know what was wrong she verbally attacked me!

What do you mean it's not the same computer? What are you an idiot!?

So I tried to explain the War Tiger =/= Puppy analogies. She thought I was bloody mad, then again I sound a bit off my rocker!

Then it quickly escalated to a quieter version of a yelling match. Now I don't remember all that was said between Her and I, but now Shes now claiming that I called her many, many horrible names. Now I had just woken up, my brain wasn't thinking and wouldn't come up with really anything other than the stock insults. It went something like this:

You're neurotic, crazy, and psycho!

Daniel, you're rude and hateful!

And, Your point? I like that, I am rude and hateful, I am sin!

You don't have to live here, get out!

Uh, yeah I do. My mum lives here and she wouldn't let me leave even if you ordered her to.

You ungrateful child, do you know how much I do for you?

Well other than bitch about me you do laundry and cook dinner occasionally, and I do my own bloody laundry. From your malice I don't think I'll be eating any of your food you make, you'd poison me.

You are such a child, inconsiderate and disrespectful!

First of all I don't respect anyone who demands it, respect is earned, and second of all I'm not gonna respect you just because you're old and decrepit! So either you can like it or you can leave it because I am my own person and I think for myself, after all your god gave me free will.

My god, My god? Oh that's right you're a Satanist!

At that point I just walked away, whatever bitch. I was done, all I wanted was some toast! So later, an hour or so, Sugar, our dog, started barking. So the She-Devil sated to yell at the dog trying to make her stop, of course the good little doggy she was she didn't stop. Did I mention that I love that dog?  So I walked out there and sat down on the chair, the good little dog quickly quieted and jumped up on my lap! So I said the only thing I could, Good Girl! Then I whispered to her, Keep barking for a few hours after I leave and I'll give you a treat. Need less to say she kept it up.

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So the wind was howling and the dog was barking, so I took that as a sign that Hecate would like me to invoke her, needless to say that I happily obliged. Actually I still have her burning through my body, I haven't felt this alive since the last time I invoked a deity and that was months ago. Something I've noticed that sometimes beings want to be invoked just so they can take your body for a ride, and another thing you are always hungry when they are in you, right now I'm trying to keep Her from eating everything in the fridge!

So at one point she's like: Can We at least have one thing?

I responded with: Okay, what is it Love?

We want something Greek!

Um, I don't think we have anything Greek, is Italian okay?

As long as it's pasta We're happy!

Yes I know it's a little weird talking to a deity when it's inside of you but its like you're having a conversation with a totally different person, only you're sharing a body. So I made some Fettuccine Alfredo, I don't know if that's Italian or not but she loved it. I'm pretty sure that Fettuccine Alfredo isn't the best thing to have at six in the morning but what The Bitch Queen wants she gets, well when Shes in my body anyway. I'm so hungry at the moment.  My head is buzzing from Hecate and I'm itching to do some divination.

So while I was making my food I was getting really weird looks from my family.

Daniel pasta isn't breakfast food.

We know.

When I used the royal plural I got even more weird looks. So when my mother was walking by I stopped her and I said that I needed a jar candle or two and some black glass paint, I need it for a scrying mirror. I also told my mom that her mother had verbally attacked me. Of course the bitch was listening and had to jump in, She said that I had called her all of these mean and hateful things when I didn't. Then like always my Mother agreed with Her!

So when my Grandmother had jumped in and started the fight again I just started  yelling right back with more fire than normal. All I have to say is that Hecate has some balls. At certain points of a possession the spirit and I become one, one mind and one body. Every thing that was said from my lips where what Hecate and I both said. Every insult that was fired at me angered Hecate, not only because every insult was directed at her as well it was more the fact that my Grandmother was insulting and attacking one of The Bitch Queens children. One of her many aspects is The Protectress, the other is The Destroyer.

And now with a goddess burning through my body I think I'm about to drop.

Good Night,

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Original Sin, The Queen of Harlots, Roses, Chaos, Heaven, Empress of India, The Tsar of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld,The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell, Pope of Discord, The Saint of Sinners, Lover to The Beast, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Priestess of the Greek Gods, Hecates’ Handmaiden, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.

Thanksgiving and Christmas music

Hello peasants,

Thanksgiving went really well, it was really surprising actually. In my family it's practically a tradition that when we get together there is a big fight. It was a very yummy dinner, I really didn't eat all that much.

I took a break from the Wii for a while there, an eleven day break, I just got back on it and I apparently gained .2 pounds. It's not that bad if you think about the fact that Thanksgiving was just a few days ago. I did around fifty jack knives today and some time hooping, tomorrow I plan on doing more and throughout the day.

I am starting to my own laundry because I have very few clothes that fit and it takes a few days to get anything. I'm not angry that I have to do it, it's not all that hard. Usually my grandmother is supposed to do, we're lucky she cooks dinner, hell half the time she doesn't do that!

There is a snow storm going on up in O'Neil Nebraska, but it doesn't look like we'll be getting any of it, actually tomorrow is supposed to get up into the forties.

I just realized that an old spell backfired on me, well I knew it did that I just didn't want to acknowledge it, well I guess this will teach me not to do an obsession spell again.

On a side note I may be doing a post later bitching about this article.

Well I'm off I have people to take care of.

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Original Sin, The Queen of Harlots, Roses, Chaos, Heaven, Empress of India, The Tsar of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld,The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell, Pope of Discord, The Saint of Sinners, Lover to The Beast, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Priestess of the Greek Gods, Hecates’ Handmaiden, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.

Raven Hair and Ruby Lips....

Hello my Glorious Minions,

So I know that I haven't posted for four days and I don't care.  I haven't done the Wii for a few days but then again I needed a break, on the 19th I went to O'Neil Nebraska with my Grandfather. It was a six-hour drive there and back so I brought my CD player along; So I listened to Cher for six hours straight, okay now I love Cher just as much as the next gay but six hours is a bit much. The shipment was approximately 1,800 pounds, it was fairly easy, the shipment was to a hospital so it was no real work.

I went to Ground Zero Comics this Saturday, I hadn't been going for the past few weeks. I went and babysat my aunts dogs most of those times and once or twice I hadn't been feeling all so well. So I played Pathfinders first slot, My witch, Aradia, finally made third level I have yet to really choose which hex to go with, I'll probably go with the flight hex or slumber hex. Second slot I played Rokugan, I made a Crane Courtier named Doji Yomi. It was interesting to play, I wouldn't play it religiously but it was good, its a very political setting so I mostly just sat and watched the groups interactions.

As of late my Grandmother had been stirring up some drama. My Uncle and his girlfriend have been doing drugs, I figured that they where at least doing pot. I really don't care if they are doing pot or anything else, and anyway pot isn't even a drug in my honest opinion.

Now your Queen and Goddess shall bid you adieu,

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Original Sin, The Queen of Harlots, Roses, Chaos, Heaven, Empress of India, The Tsar of Hell, Ruler of the Underworld,The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell, Pope of Discord, The Saint of Sinners, Lover to The Beast, Prophetess of the Old Religion, Priestess of the Greek Gods, Hecates' Handmaiden, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.

Heaven and Hell Tea party, also known as Wii Fit Plus Day Two

Hello Minions,

Well I did the first day on Sunday and on Monday I thought I had died and went to hell. When I woke up the only thing I could feel was my head, which was pounding so much I could swear Athena was in there. I woke up around nine in the morning, I didn't get out of bed until two, when I got out of bed was when I felt the rest of my body and I collapsed. I don't normally work out so me wanting to do this willing is like God and the Devil having a tea party, it isn't gonna end well.

I didn't do any workouts or games on Monday, I hurt too much. But I did do the body test, I gained .5 pounds, I was very irritated to say the least, but today Tuesday it says that I've lost 1.1 pounds, suffice it to say I think the game is fucked. But it just saying that I had lost weight, even if the game is fucked, makes me feel a lot better.  When I booted up the game and put in all of my data Sunday it had asked me for a goal, I put twenty pounds in two months, I'm sure I should/could have made it more but I am not the kind of person to commit to a long-term goal. I live in the moment, not in the future. So you can see that I am very impatient, if I want something I go and grab it.

So far I've only done the Hula Hoop game today, I've done it four or five times since I've booted up the Wii. On the Hula game I find it harder to do if I twirl my hips to the left, actually I think I'm getting a Charlie-horse. The Hula Hoop game seems to be the one with the best work out, hell I nearly fell of the board nine times on Sunday.

Sunday I did around sixty Jackknives and they hurt like hell, today I plan on doing thirty or forty I guess it's a good idea to start off small. I actually like the Jackknives, I grew up doing sit-ups and they really didn't seem to do anything, now with the Jackknives I can feel them working and its kinda interesting.  I also did the Free Run game, it's the one where you run in place and can change the channel, I found it quite boring, well Idunno I guess I can run in place.

Matthew plans on taking me to the gym with him and Kendel, He says that I'll be bitching within three minutes of working out. I told him I'll be bitching before I even get in the truck, I mean I'm not happy unless I have something to bitch about. Matthew apparently started to bitch thirty minutes in, at times Matthew could be considered a weak individual, weak as in mental resolve, so I plan to set an alarm of forty minutes in which is when I would start bitching. I have no clue how long I'll be out with them nor when they'll be picking me up, they had better pray to me that when they come for me that I was awake.

Now your Queen and Goddess shall bid you adieu,

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, The Queen of Harlots,  Heaven, and Hell, The Whore of Babylon, Heaven, and Hell,  Queen and Empress, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.

Wii Fit Plus Day One

Hello Minions,

Well I got the Wii Fit a few weeks ago, and I just figured out how to post hyper links on here! The balance board is quite touchy and aggravating, hell I spent twenty minutes trying to make it find me,  it says I have very poor balance.  I like it, its entertaining. My feet are killing me after using it but it was fun, I like the Hoola-Hooping game, but it makes my knees hurt. I did a twenty-minute free run, the free run is where you place the wiimote in your pocket and then run in place, you can also change your television channel so as to watch something it'll tell you when your done.

I'm hoping to do this daily, the Wii not the blogging, then again blogging daily would be good too. I burned nearly five hundred calories so far today and I plan on doing some more in an hour or so.

As with my earlier post we got the van and I plan on posting some pictures, the van isn't very fat people friendly which is one of the reasons I was planning on using the Wii. I need to lose the weight, actually I would love to be about 170ish but that is under-weight and at the moment I'm quite over.  The appropriate weight for me is about 230ish so I hope to be there soon, I set a goal to lose twenty pounds in two months so here's to getting off to a good start.

Goodnight my minions,

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, The Queen of Harlots, The Queen of Heaven and The Queen of Hell, The Whore of Heaven, The Whore of Hell, The Whore of Babylon, Queen and Empress, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.

Oh My Bloody Gods, Money Spell!

Hello my Minions,

We got the loan! Okay so very few people know this but we were trying to get a loan for a car, well a van. As you, my readers, know my brother is paralyzed from the waist down. He hasn't really left the house for four years, the only times he's left the house was for school. Well I got my permit sometime in July and I've yet to drive, so does the fact that I cast a spell for the money make me a bit selfish?

So I cast a money spell, I have two beliefs about magic; the first being magic always works - just not always in the way you expect, and the second being magic always has a price.  The price isn't just the components of the spell - the candles, incense, and  herbs - it's what you give to the universe in response. Then again it might just be the components, magic is unpredictable.

The spell consisted of three numbers of money, the first being a bit over the bare need, so say you need two hundred dollars ask for three hundred. Then it was the exact number, so in the example it was two hundred. Finally the last number under the total, it wasn't the exact amount you'd need but you could scrape by on it, so in this case 125-150.

This spell called for the moon in Taurus and green candles, keep in mind I wrote the spell a year or two ago. So of course when I heard about the needing money the power of the Taurus moon was waning, well near waning. I didn't have green candles but I did have silver, I needed them for an invocation,  which in my opinion silver represents money a lot better.

Magic is simple, it doesn't take the high priest of Guadalupe to make it rain, someone with a basic knowledge can do just the same. As I said magic is simple it takes the most direct path.  You tell it what it can and cannot do, Oh I need money, good-bye Great Aunt Muriel! In the above scenario you needed money and being foolish you didn't set parameters and you might have lost a family member.

So back to the spell, I wrote the formula down on the paper in green ink and a few sigils drawn about. With a few drops of blood and the paper burnt to ash the spell was put out into the universe.

Now back to magic's price, I woke up this morning with a migraine of epic proportions. My arm was numb, my head felt like a cloud of daggers raged like a storm inside, and my stomach churned like the ocean swell. I felt ill yesterday and that should have been the first sign, so now I know my price.

So this witch will take to his bed for the day, well week.

Sincerely,

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, The Queen of Harlots, The Queen of Heaven and The Queen of Hell, The Whore of Heaven, The Whore of Hell, The Whore of Babylon, Queen and Empress, Sovereign over all, Daniel Ambrosius Devereux.

Sovereign ethics and morals.

Greeting Lovelies,

Well its Hallows Eve, the night of witchcraft and the waking dead. It's nearly noon here and I can already feel it, slipping in and out of trance. Winter is coming and with it the cold of death, aren't you all excited?

I don't know about you but Halloween is one of my favorite holidays, it's the day I started the craft. This very day seven years ago, it seems so long ago. I started out in Neo-Wicca and within a few months had quickly evolved into a practice all my own.  I never understood the idea of the Wiccan rede and the Law of Three, it seemed like bollocks. I didn't get the idea of the guardians and watchtowers and circle casting, isn't everything sacred?

Okay so I started writing this on Halloween, it's now November third; I have no clue what my train of thought was, so ya, Happy Holidays.

So like I said I started out in Neo-Wicca and quickly found myself forming my own practice. My morals and ethics are as follows; Get in my way I'll cripple you, Attack or harm me and I'll crush you, Attack or harm my friends and/family and I swear to all the gods I will hunt you down in this world and the next and destroy you. Well that's just my ethics on you people.

Some say that you should never use the craft for money, I say that it's a type of trade so why not? All I tell them is that magic works in the most direct fashion and that it always works, just not in the way that they expect, and if they understand then I'll do the working they ask.

Well its time I get off.

Goodbye Lovelies.

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Old Faith, Empress and Queen, Sovereign over all, Daniel Devereux.

Wicked Witchcraft!

Hello Minions,

Well I found the most hilarious image about witchcraft, it said something to the effect of "Witchcraft Harms None!"

I seriously sat here and laughed at that picture for five minutes. So I think that the creator of this image is a bit confused, well a lot confused. The Harm None concept is a Wiccan and Neo-Wiccan concept, I should probably define the difference but I'll do that another day.

Witchcraft isn't this love and light romanticized bollocks that most teenagers and neo-wiccans try to cultivate, another this is this persecution complex they seem to have. I've been in the craft for quite a while and I've met quite a few Neo-wiccans and it seems like they all have the same setting, Teh ebil x-tians wanna bring back teh burnen timez! They boggle my mind, seriously the chances of any of the victims being actual witches is about the same chances of me becoming the pope, non-existant until I take over the catholic church. ;p

Heres a bit about Wicca, There is only one type of Wicca and that's British Traditional Wicca. The one that is an Orthopraxic, Oathbound, Initiatory, Mystery-based, Experiential, Coven-based, Fertility-focused, Dithesitic Witch-cult whose members are all Clergy within a Lineaged Tradition. There is only four or five traditions that fall under this. They are the only legit Wiccan groups. And then there is the mislabeled "Wicca", which is actually Eclectic Neo-Paganism. Well now you know what I mean when I say Wicca and Neo-Wicca. ;)

Well I'm done now.

Goodbye my loyal subjects,

Her Imperial and Royal Majesty, By the Grace of God, The Defender of the Faith, Empress and Queen, Sovereign over all, Daniel Devereux.

Burnt Toast and Quantum Physics?

"Without the skin and the bones, I am god." - Me

"If you use quantum physics and burnt toast you'll become immortal." - Me and QC
"I belive myself Immortal so therefore I am Immortal." - Me

"I'm immortal until proven otherwise." - Me

Hey guys,

I dunno, I've been thinking lately about life and death and everything else. Gods are immortal, right? Well if you have eternity then now isn't all that important. I mean they live in the moment, well I guess they would.

Well I guess I'll come out and say what this post is about; We created the gods so therefore we are gods ourselves, well I'm a god I don't know about you people.  Well, I woke up this afternoon and thought it was monday, it was thursday, I'm getting out of touch with everything. I mean today I spoke to only two people on skype, Jana and Matthew each of their calls dropped and they haven't spoken to me since.

Maybe I'm being paranoid, it's just everything is blurring together, hell I can't even remember to do a few simple chores; then again that might just be me being a teenager. I mean I feel more detached from the world than when I was wyrd walking, Hell I was mostly out of my body and now here I am fully fucking grounded and in my body and I'm getting swept up by the tides.

Is this what it is like to be mortal, because if so I don't like it. I mean seriously I'm pure, I'm perfect, and I'm being narcissistic. I'm sorry I'm allowed to be like this; I've fallen from grace, and I just now noticed how weird that sounds.

Well I know how to fix this all, my insomnia, my life, everything. Now I just have to wait. Wait I just realized Matthew swears to me, does that mean I have even more godly powers? ;P

I really do believe that I'm perfect, pure, immortal, and a god. I don't mean to come off self-centered nor narcissistic I'm just me, I stand out in a crowd when I have the need, I'm me.



Night Lovelies,

- Daniel Devereux

P.S. I'm gonna go smite people with my smighty smightyness ;P

Love, It gets better.

"If you have to cross thin ice, then do it in a dance!"

Hello Love,

It does get better, maybe not now but it will. The It Gets Better Project is a project that was started up on youtube because of a recent string of suicides by GLBTQ youth. I would do a video but I am not eloquent like The lovely SisterUnity Divine, nor am I as heartfelt as Shane Dawson; Please don't misconstrue the lack of a video as me not caring but I prefer to write.

In seventh grade, near the end of the year, I was outed. I had told a very close friend that I was homosexual and that I had known that for quite a few years. Well she had this friend who was a gossip and who was almost connected at the hip.  Well I became the one who made the gossips talk, I was already strange and weird, they where day and I was night. Actually coming out was the best thing for me, yes I was the butt of jokes and yes I was bullied, but being forced out taught me who was friend and who wasn't.

When I was outed I was threatened with violence and their words were likened to venom, each word was a curse. My circle of friends dropped severely to nearly none. I won't lie to you my life became a living hell and it still is. Before this all happened I was researching paganism and I think that was what helped me through the hate and venom, the pain and torment. When I got to practicing the craft I jumped in head first, I brought books with me and I ignored the world for a time. Their where days and weeks where I wouldn't speak and that made the gossips talk even more.

Nearing the end of the school year I threw myself into my writing, gods I had so much written - nearly a thousand pages; of course I was writing a love novel. At some point I just started to spiral downward, my writing had taken a deadly tone; I started to kill off the characters in more and more disturbing ways. I guess it was good my Mother went snooping, I had been looking up what happened after one died, what happened to the body; well she assumed that wanted to off myself and on some level she was right.

In eighth grade I barely spoke, even less than before. My bestfriend I no longer saw all that often, we had classes that never crossed. Around that time I kept writing down my thoughts, anything and everything that crossed my mind. Around that time my things would be stolen, books, pens, and my thoughts (as in the book that kept them). At this time I had one friend who I didn't know all that well and I fell out of touch with him. That year I planned to off myself, obviously I failed. :)Around April that year I found out about Pagan Planet, it was a chatroom on stickam.

Freshman year was hell, people where worse. The bullies hadn't evolved, I mean come on its old news, right? My freshman year was also good, I was in pagan planet almost daily. The chatroom introduced me to so many people whom I grew to love, it also gave my the opportunity to re-invent myself.  During this time I basically had two functioning personalities, one that was the quiet meek little thing that rolled over and then their was Daniel. Daniel was a persona before he became me, he was loud, he was rude, he was perfect; and then he kinda integrated himself making me, me. That year I tried offing myself twice. At the time my Mother started to date this catholic guy, who then moved in, needless to say all things pagan had to go. It felt like the walls of where closing in, my world collapsing. When he was near you could feel the tension, when he spoke Daniel came into play. During this time I was prone to loud arguments and yelling with the Bastard, The cops were called often; he would claim that I was a danger. I am no danger to my family, to him, maybe.

When he moved out my Mother became much more lenient. I spent the summer before my sophomore year in summer school, that was probably the best thing that could have happened. I met people and had friend and it was awesome.  I haven't tried to kill myself sense then, I won't lie to you and say I haven't thought about it but I haven't gotten as close as I had in the past; I'm sure that if I had someone to talk to who understood I wouldn't have gone as far as I had.

Love, it does get better it just takes time. If you ever need someone to talk to, Gay, Straight, Lesbian I don't care what you are. If you need someone I am here.

Don't let your flame be a little pilot light, let it burn bright.

-  Daniel Devereux

To contact me.

AlwaysPure@gmx.com

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On Skype Avalonaviir

You.Just.Hissed.At.A.Cat!

Hi,

So, Skype plus no sleep plus Elizabeth and no sleep plus a cat doesn't work. She just laughed for like three minutes straight. Okay so who's Elizabeth? Well she is my internet mom, we talk nearly ever day and we're a little bonkers!

Okay so, new name for the blog; Tourjours Pur is french for always pure. In the Harry Potter series, which I love, the saying Tourjours Pur is the motto of the Black family. Needless to say that the Black family is a bunch of purebloods and the motto is about blood purity, I guess that rings true for me a bit as well. From my first post you'll glean that my family and I don't get along; this little fact has brought me to the conclusion that I should make my own.

I guess for me Always Pure means your loyal, loyal to me that is. I would trust a witch before a non-witch and if you're in the family I'd trust you more so. In a sense it's still about blood purity in a way, but now its more of a status. Its blood purity in the sense that I rank them in loyalty, their title denotes said rank. Like Elizabeth I trust her a lot so her rank would be considered that of a mother, Ashley who is another close friend would be like an older sister.

Well I'm off to go help my Grandfather,

- Daniel Devereux

P.S. Bellatrix is my favorite.

Well… Another Year Closer to Death

Hello Sinners,

Well your Queen is another year older and is closer to death. Well thats what they say, but then again I am immortal.  That's the dear right, Lucifer?

Well as I said sunday was my birthday, Yay I guess. I'm seventeen now well I guess that's an accomplishment for me. Well I got a camera so I'll be kicking off my youtube channel sometime this week, I hope. I also got a new cell phone its a Samsung Touch Messenger it is shiny and new. This cell phone is awesome it has the internets and lets me have facebook.

Saturday I went to Dnd and it was pretty good actually, played pathfinders my witch is almost level three and has maxed out healing, she loves undead. ;)

On the tenth to the twelfth I was at my Aunts without internets I almost died! I didn't really sleep when I was their either, I'm supposed to go this weekend as well but I think I'll stay home.

Mabon is tomorrow I don't plan on celebrating, I don't really celebrate anymore.  Oh this bitch O'Donnell is an idiot, I am not psychologically defective, Bitch please. You are the one who is defective so girl listen up, quit being a Palin Look-A-Like and grow a personality, I hear you can buy them cheap at walmart.

But on a more serious note I do not suffer from this supposed Identity Disorder, Oh and you say WE are made in Gods image then he is fabulous, and another thing I made God in MY image! So, ya, Bitch you get to stepping.

Well goodbye my sinning minions,

- Daniel Devereux

Incubus

Hello Sinners,

Its been a while I know.  I don't have a reason for my absence nor do I need one.  I've been writing lately and what I've come up with is called Astrids' Parlor,  it's about a group of prostitutes, seven I think, they all are Incubi and Succubi.  Astrid is the owner of the demons work for her, she also has some humans working for here twenty or thirty. Astrid is also a succubus, The demons clients are all more likely to be senators or people of power instead of the common folk who get the other harlots.

The house is two stories, the ground floor is for the cheap whores, who a middle class person could afford. Wait now that I think about it make it ten humans.  The seconds floor is much nicer than the ground floor and is where the demons 'work'.  Idunno it seems okay to me.

Well back in reality all things seem okay, I'm trying to lose weight so we'll see how that goes. There is a lightning storm going on right now so lets not lose power. Well I'll let you go.

Bye my sinners'

- Daniel Devereux

Happy Birthday Dork!

So, Kody how does it feel to be another year older, another year wiser, and another year closer to death?

Hey Sinners, Well as you can tell yesterday was my brother's birthday. I have no clue why I am blogging about it nor why I just wrote that question to him because there is no way in the name of Lucifer that he would see this let alone read it.

Well, we went to the Amazing Pizza Machine, to say the least it was interesting. Then we went to gamestop, He had fun thats what mattered. So when I got home I played his favorite Inkubus Sukkubus song.

This song tends to freak him out for some reason, I have no clue why. ;)

Well goodbye minions.

- Daniel Devereux

Fuck YOU!

Hmm, Can you tie my laces?

Hello my sinners, How has your day been?

I was woken up at four thirty in the morning by a fire truck. I tend to get very paranoid when the police are around, so my first thought was that my mother was very low and that the paramedics were called in. A few seconds later I realized that there was no movement in the house, that disturbed me. My grandmother always wakes at three so paranoia to the max.

A truck hit the neighbor across the streets' mailbox, no damage it was one of the cheap plastic ones, it'll slide back on. but somehow the idiots went careening across the street back to my side, at one point they where airborne and basically drove on top of a brand fucking new convertible.  They then slammed into the neighbors' two houses down mailbox, I couldn't see it, all that was left was the post.

The idiots then hit the house three doors down, cracked the siding. There is no way in the name of the shining seven that they where wearing seat belts, the man must have stumbled out of the flipped truck, The woman was thrown from it, hell she was in between two houses.

So I went out there later on to look around and I of course didn't have shoes on so I had t pick glass out of my feet when I got back home. Well the homegame of BESM went pretty good. We had a ninja, a tech genius, two gun bunnies, a samurai, and me a sorceress. My character is the great great great great to the three hundred and seventy-second power granddaughter of Morgana Le Fey. Very fun character, my initiative was always the lowest, no surprise there.

In the campaign we are thrown sixty years into the future, Merlin has sealed all magic from the world with a spell which is referenced as the hell gate, Only those with immense power where still able to cast and even then it was a fraction of their power.

We are level four but only have two levels of our favored class, The Dm doesn't like that my caster level is five for most spells and seven for evocation.

Well in the name of the Shining Seven Goodnight.

- Daniel Devereux

Kansas!?

Hello Sinners,

So know I haven't posted since Midsummer, but I don't care. So something happened a few months ago, My hag disappeared. She went to Chicago and then headed to Kansas, She's trying to get her life straightened so I understand that, I just felt kinda betrayed because she didn't tell me she was leaving before hand.
Well the third was dnd again, I DMed first slot, a paragon level mod which I had no clue how to run. Second round I played PathFinders, 3.5 on crack.

Nothing else to say really, My brother is so ego centric that he believes the world revolves around him and that I'll break anything I touch. I'm at his beck and call everyday all day, you'd think that would afford me some respite.  I've saved almost $70 so I only need $60 or so more and then I can buy the video camera I want. I've also been writing, the other night I couldn't even sleep, it was as if I was possessed, I couldn't stop.

Goodnight my harlots,

- Daniel Devereux

P.S. I'm in a Harry Potter mood.

Midsummer night.

It's that time of year again my sinners. Midsummer, The night of Fairies and mischief. Tonight is a big night for me, I work with the fae a lot so I plan on doing some witchy and bitchy stuff tonight.

I know that  I haven't posted in a while and I have a good reason, A week or so ago I had written up a long and drawn out post depicting my day and guess what? My browser crashed!

I know  that this blog thing is supposed to save the drafts just in case your browser crashed well it sucks nuts.

I had dnd saturday so I went, it was fun I guess. First slot we did character generation for Arcanis which starts up in a few months I believe. I made a priestess who wears little to nothing and is about a hard to hit as a paladin in plate, did I mention she worships the goddess of pleasure. ;)

I was told that we where gonna do Pathfinders next week so I gm'ed the second slot, only to find out that the asshats are doing Pathfinders in the other room. Chuck was being a dick as always so next week I'm gonna just ignore him I think. I'm in the lead after Ricky in the GM challenge. In my opinion he shouldn't eve be in the running but I really don't care. I think I have more characters that are made to fill holes in parties than I have fingers.

So, tonight I plan on falling into the otherworld and going for a ride. I'm gonna check on my allies and totems and probably strengthen the protective  spells around my home.

Well night sinners, Go turn a trick ;p

- Daniel Devereux

Lets munch!

Hey lovelies,

Its me again, well its always me. So, hows the sinning been going?

So I didn't sleep all night the night before last because, well, I'm an insomniac. So today I've take two naps each consisting of around two hours of sleep.  I didn't feel well yesterday so I went to sleep around six and I woke up at one in the morning. Of course my mother has to come in here half an hour later yelling at me saying something to the effect of, "I knew I should have taken the computer. I knew that I shouldn't have allowed you to go to sleep that early, Now your sleep schedule is all fucked up."

And my opinion on all of this is something to the effect of this. "You know what bitch, I wasn't feeling all that well so I went to bed early. No that didn't mess up my sleep cycle any worse if anything it fixed it. And as for the computer, would you rather that I go running through the house yelling my head off?"

Well, that's what has happened today, so far. So, today I plan on watching the six Harry Potter movies, I've already started on the first. Then when I finish with that I plan on writing a paragraph or two for my novel, and finally reading a bit more of The Order of the Phoenix.

Some days I wish I was a woman. To wear nice jewelry and dresses, and other days I wish that I was a woman and a lesbian. I guess I feel like that because gay guys tend not to be monogamous. Then I come to my senses, seriously, what was I thinking, I'd have to munch on pussy. Ew! It's not like I have something against Lesbians, I love them to death but I love penis so much more. ;)

Good bye my sinners,

- Daniel Devereux

Sinning in the Dungeons

Hello again my sinful lovelies,

Its been what four days, I know a crime.

Well I apologize because three days ago I couldn't sleep and I was too busy flirting with cute boys to write. And two days ago I was at DND (Dungeons and Dragons). As always I DM'ed, Well only second slot. See we are an RPGA group (Role Playing Game Association)  and we play it in slots of like six hours. I got there two hours after it started, We where doing a seventy-two hour gameday, So I joined in a table and didn't know what the hell was going on. Mind you I still hadnt slept at this point.

Well I joined and played my dwarf shaman, well long story short I was the only first level at the table and they decided to play high, gods that was a bad idea. High level 1-4s are suited for level three and four, I swear that this was written for a level six or seven group. Well the party goes off to the left thinking that we would only have to deal with the group of drakes to the left along with the spitters, oh hell no. Me being a smart person observed the two rounds we didn't attack, on the third I summoned my spirit. Then the idiots run at the drakes and company. That was when a dragon descended, we're fuck, well that's what I said.

The spitters and drakes ran to the other side of the board when they saw the dragon, when I observed this I quickly realized that they where afraid of this dragon, well with this knowledge I suggested that we focus on the dragon. Well long story short my first level spirit stood toe to toe with the dragon for two rounds over half the team was bloodied or worse. I had healing left but I knew that it would be useless because of the poor teamwork so I decided fuck this the shaman runs. Well they say the first to run is a coward I say that first to run is a smart bitch because they all died.

Well on a lighter note Chuck, the idiot and homophobic cunt, who is so insecure about himself he tends, well not tends to he does. make gay jokes and openly bashes me without so much as a hint of kindness or joking in his tone.

Hell I like a good joke as much as the next fag but with him there is no stop, it's just fucking endless. God I hate it when I DM and there are new people at the table, why you may ask, is because he doesn't even stop when strangers are around. Maybe I don't want the cute blond guy with the nice ass to know I'm a fudge packer.

Well this weekend was supposed to be good for love for me, guess what? It didn't happen, I did everything within my power and more to fulfill that. I glamoured so much that some close friends didn't recognize me until I pointed out who I was. I fucked with my aura so that it was a dark seductive red. And to top it all off I invoked multiple deities and a demoness. So all in all I had many powerful creatures burning through my body for no reason what so ever and now I am so fucking tired, but every time I lay down I cant sleep.

I fell asleep at the gaming store though, I sat down in a chair with my feet up and a copy of Phoenix and fell into a very light sleep. Well I guess all of my spell work didn't go to waste though, this older guy seemed interested in me. Why is it that all of the chicken hawks and transgendered people are interested in me?

Oh on a side note I am addicted to Queer as folk, if you have suggestions for other tv shows for me to watch just tell me.

Well good-bye my sinning beauties, Sin for me why don't you?

- Daniel Devereux

Happily Sinning

Hello WordPress,

I'm Daniel as you can tell from my name, not very creative I know, I like long walks on the beach, black roses, and candle lit dinners. I'm just kidding, well about the beach part, I find them way too sunny.

Well To tell you more about myself, I am a sixteen year old guy, oh and I am homosexual! I am also and eclectic pagan, I'll have been practicing for seven years come this October. I found my Matron god early on in my practice, She would be The Witch Queen, and as she's known by a lot of my friend as The Bitch Queen. And I guess I kinda have taken on a persona kinda like hers, as in, I'm not a bitch I'm THE bitch and that's MISS bitch to you.

I dropped out of high school around mid December last year, so December 09, I tend to have chronic migraines which is one of the reasons I left school. Another was because of the bullies, well the asshats as I call them. I dunno, I was outed in middle school so you would've thought that they would be sick and tired of it, right? Oh hell no! It's just to fun I guess. I was actually outed when I had just found my Matron so I guess I was really lucky to have Her in my life.

I live with my Mother, my Brother, and my Grandparents. My Father was almost never in the picture, He left after my Brother was born, Well He's a druggie now so I don't care. Hell, if he came to the door looking for money or a favor I would spit on him and slam the door on his face.

My Mother, Gods bless her, She was diagnosed with I believe type one diabetes, which is an illness where ones pancreas doesn't create insulin or possibly enough for the body, I believe she was diagnosed with it when she was around the age of twelve. So as you could imagine she wasn't a very healthy person. She was a smoker, I believe she quit almost a year ago, so congrats Mum even though you'll never read this.

My Brother, Gods I love him but he can be such a pain. He was Since the age of three or four, maybe five, I've basically cared for him. I guess I consider him my child in a way. He's a really good kid but so demanding, but I guess that's what happens when you are confined to a chair. (Since I seem to have forgotten to mention that he has cerebral palsy, He's  paralyzed from the waist down.)

My Grandmother, I love her but she is a right bitch. I don't remember what but there is something wrong with her heart, Oh ya that's right! She had open heart surgery years ago. She is a smoker and a heavy drinker, Vodka is her drink of choice Grey Goose if I'm not mistaken.

My Grandfather, The one I respect most out of the bunch I guess. Gods, He's seventy-one, maybe seventy-two, and he's still up and doing stuff. He picks up and delivers stuff, almost anything. Many times he's delivered body parts. When he has to ship dialysis stuff, which is like twenty-five to thirty pounds a box, He tends to take me along to help out. He's a recovered alcoholic, I know that you can't/shouldn't say recovered and should say recovering but in my opinion he has recovered. I think it's been about thirty years since he's had a drop to drink and I am so proud of him for that.  He's had surgery on one of his knees and desperately needs the other one done but we just don't have the money.

I don't know what else to say or what to say. I guess that's my whole life in a nutshell, Well for now it is. Gods its kinda sad, depressing, that I am crying right now I as right this whole thing.

Well have fun sinning my lovelies.

- Daniel Devereux