Name: Ash

Day/Time: Saturday, 1:48 AM

Current state of mind: Bored

What are you wearing? Jeans & a muted pink t-shirt that says, “Life happens, Wine helps”

What are you listening to? Cake by The Ocean by DNCE

What are you drinking? Moscato

Where are you? In the living room

Hey, I’m Ashley, but you can call me Ash — everyone else pretty much does. I’m fine with either or, as long as you don’t use my full name. I hate when anyone calls me by it — friend or not. That’s why I’m not gonna share it with you — though, I’m pretty sure it’s on my bio. I swear, Amelia fucking sucks sometimes.

Anyways, I’ve never blogged before, but it can’t be too hard, right? I mean it’s just like an online diary where I just talk about myself or something. I don’t read too many blogs, though some of them go overboard with the TMI. Like those cooking websites where they tell you their entire life story before getting to the actual recipe. It’s so annoying. Save the storytelling for your friends and family, please and thank you.

I know I sound kind of bitchy right now, but it’s one of my pet peeves. It might seem weird because those that know me, know that I’m the queen of oversharing. I’m a talker and I have this tendency to just blurt out whatever’s on my mind. But at least I’m honest — though I guess I could use a filter. My mouth gets me into trouble sometimes. Not to mention, I tend to make assumptions before getting all the facts, which never goes over well. Thankfully, my friends and family are pretty forgiving — for the most part.

Marissa always says there’s never a dull moment when I’m around. I guess it’s true, with tonight being the exception — which is why I’m writing this stupid blog. The weather’s shit and we’re all trapped indoors. And it’s not like we can’t control the weather — because we totally can — it’s just that sometimes it’s easier to let Mother Nature do her thing — like flood the roads and knock out power.

I don’t mean to complain, but it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I could’ve really used a night out. All I wanted to do was hit up one of the bars, have some drinks, and dance the night away with my friends. I love to dance. It’s so liberating. Nothing beats losing yourself to the music and forgetting about all your cares for a few hours. It’s my ultimate escape besides yoga and baking, but I’m not in the mood for either tonight.

So here I am writing this blog and hanging out with my cat, Chloe. She’s a Calico that I adopted a couple of years ago. She’s so sweet, but so feisty — just like me. She totally gets me. She always knows what I’m feeling and knows what I need. That’s how it is with familiars in our world. I’d tell you more, but Amelia would just edit that shit out because of “spoilers.”

Anyway, you’re probably wondering why I’m not hanging out with the rest of the group. It’s not that I wanted to be alone, but I just didn’t feel like watching another movie. There’s only so many movies you can watch in one night. Not that there’s anything wrong with movies. I love movies, but I just wasn’t in the mood to watch Die Hard again. My vote was for How To Be Single, but I lost thanks to Marissa. I should’ve known she was gonna vote for the action flick, she’s not real big on rom-coms.

Me, I prefer rom-coms over action flicks any day. We see enough action around here, thanks to this brewing magical war. Same goes for drama, there’s plenty of it — I don’t need to watch it when I’m living it. I’d rather watch something fun and light-hearted; something I know I’m going to enjoy. It’s why I tend to stick with my favorite movies and shows, especially when life’s kicking my ass. There’s something comforting about the known.

I’m the type that enjoys a good spoiler. I’m the type that’ll flip through a new book and skim over the last few pages just so I know what happens. It drives most of my friends and family crazy, but I can’t help it. I just like knowing things. It’s probably why I’m so good at my job — which is the coven’s researcher and tracker. I can find information about anyone or anything. Sure, sometimes it takes a while, but I’m stubborn, which happens to work in my favor.

And it’s so funny how people tend to underestimate me, all because I’m pretty and blonde. That dumb blonde stereotype is so annoying and overdone. Like you can’t be attractive and smart at the same time. Whoever came up with that one, can go fuck themselves right off a cliff. But, whatever. I just use the stereotype to my advantage to get the information I need. I enjoy surprising people and proving them wrong. Their expressions are always priceless when they find out I’m smarter than I look. Nothing beats a good mind-fuck, especially when it comes to those uppity-know-it-all types.

Gods, I hate know-it-alls and we have plenty of them. Hell, our entire council is filled with them. I don’t think there’s a decent witch out of the entire group. They’re a bunch of gluttonous, narcissistic, classist, and misogynist assholes — which is why we’re working on dismantling them. The sooner, the better in my opinion. They hinder any forward movement we try to make. I mean they tried to keep us from building an orphanage. Who the hell does that — besides a bunch of greedy ass-wipes? Personally, I’d give them all a one-way ticket to the Underworld — it’s not like they don’t deserve it. And the rest of the coven feels the same way I do. We just need to be patient and play our so-called cards right.

Anyway, I think I’m done ranting and rambling for the night. It’s still pretty early for us and I’m getting tired of typing, to be honest. Maybe I’ll go see if anyone wants to play some darts or maybe I’ll bake some brownies. I have this sudden craving for chocolate. Either way, I’m having another glass of wine — or three. If you have any questions, just fill out the comment section below and I’ll get back to you. Stay safe and have a good summer.

Talk to you later,

Ash

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