The Black Cauldron

I'm really tired.

I'm really pissed. 

I'm really trying hard not to be bad. 

This past month was a total nightmare. 

I guess my frenemies did me a favor not letting me move out of this city.  Today I found out my eldest daughter is in an abusive relationship and will probably need to move back home. 

So, now I not only have to find a way to support my ex but now my daughter and grandaughter.

If one more man drops the ball on his responsibilities and expects me to pick up the slack, I'm going to grab my collection of voodoo dolls, my black pins and my cauldron. 

Yep, I swore of the black magick stuff a long, long time ago.  The last spell I cast was in '08 after a city councilperson wrote to me telling me that the mayor won't let any of them talk to me.  

Yep, I blogged about it here...I called it the Jezebel Curse. 

I cursed the ol' mayor.  In fact, I cursed anyone sitting in his office with complete and total transparency.  Nothing gets past the public. 

Sure enough, over the past three years, various groups have sprung up all over town making information available to the public.  Now, that I've met our latest mayoral prospects I feel a little bit guilty for what I did. 

Wanna guess how I met the candidates?  I threw my hat in the ring, too! 

Thankfully, I built in a remedy.  I wanted to be sure to break the curse should the public have the displeasure of hearing really gross private information about said mayor.  I was afraid we'd learn about his warts, his itchy parts and any other disgusting appetite supressing information.  You know, we don't want too much information. 

I felt we did need an out...you know, just in case people were throwing up all over town.
 
The truth is that I'm planning on helping the new mayor break the curse.  It's easy...he won't even know what hit him.  All I have to do is give the new mayor a gift. 

But holy crud...if another nasty, lazy man pisses me off only heaven can help him.

My demons are restless. 

Love ya,

S.