Literary Voyeur Club (now with MAGIC!)

I don't know why
but I really love
snooping in other people's journals.
I suppose you do, too
so let's start
some sort of club for us
literary
voyeurs.

He
still
loves me.
And He
still
wants me.
And no, I'm not being conceited.
I just know.

In other half-way related news,
I think I might be
magical
because sometimes I just make things
happen.
Like two days ago, I wanted it
to rain
so badly it hurt.
I checked the 10-day weather forecast, and it was
SUNNY, CLEAR, LIGHT WIND, NO CHANCE OF RAIN.
Needless to say, I was
very disappointed.
But today,
after pining terribly for at least a drizzle,
it
poured.
No lie. I amaze myself sometimes.
I remember this one time when
we got this new cat.
And I hated it
so
much.
I looked at it, straight in its ugly
cat eyes and said,
"Nina, you stupid cat, I hope you die."
It got hit by a car the next day.

I just kinda get what I want.
Creepy, eh, Snooper?