I wish I wasn't poor...

So I got this magazine in the mail today, The Pyramid Collection, and I feel poor and envious. It has all sorts of cool pendants and stuff and it has also re-awoken my desire to convert to Wicca. My friend Stacey, who used to sit with me on the bus, had a book called Wicca for the solitary practitioner and I used to go through it. I wanted this when I was like, fourteen but my mom never bought me the book and it kind of faded to the back of my mind... until today! From what research I remember doing, it's basically a worship of earth and nature (feel free to correct me if I'm wrong) and that sounds good to me. I mean, where would we be without it? So I'll have to start my research again. And then get rich so I can buy a moonstone ring (love moonstone) and all sorts of other cool stuff. My cart on the sight is like, $400 dollars haha. Yeah, fuck. So, I suppose that's it for now. I'm supposed to be putting laundry away but... hehe. Oh well.

You're curious friend,
Courtney

(BTW, this is a video I made from a poem that apparently violates copyright shit and youtube won't let me put it up (freakinxcensoredxsux is my channel) so here's to not getting caught here lol)