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Filling the Periodic Table
 

Girl stuff. whiny panties.

I'm PMS-ing. I have had a couple of little smudges in my panties today, but it really hasn't gotten started yet.   I have a seriously bitchy headache. My skull feels brittle. I feel like the right side of my brain is swolen. I tried to study for a couple of hours then gave up. I'm drinking strawberry chocolate iced tea and waiting for the advil to kick in.   This is my first summer using cloth pads, and I was a little afraid it would be hot to have flannel in my panties. I am pleasantly surprised. Yeah they're a little warm, but not *nearly* as hot as disposables. Also, forgive the TMI, but I am somewhat prone to getting a sweaty crotch... since the wings that wrap around are absorbant flannel as well, I don't get clammy around my upper thighs.   Rusty is out at the Drinking Liberally social tonight. Honestly, I'm kinda glad he's out of the house. I like the alone time. I'm feeling cranky and antisocial.   To feed my antisocialness, I'm watching Top Chef. Mmm. Snarky.
antimony

antimony

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What ever happened to Generation X?
 

Let's talk about jobs

I've always been something of a late bloomer. I didn't get my period until I was 14. Didn't go on my first date until age 16, didn't lose my virginity until age 17.   So I guess it only follows that my career path wouldn't be as rapid as that of many of my peers. I was supposed to graduate college in 1990. A friend of mine did, and she was offered a job at Arthur Andersen paying $28K a year (back then, that was very good money for an entry-level salary). She eventually moved into the six-digit range and now doesn't even have to work at all -- her husband, who does the same kind of work as she, makes enough money to support them both.   I, on the other hand, hit a few stumbling blocks on the road to yuppie success. I dropped out of college in 1988, worked several dead-end jobs (I still break out in hives at the word "retail"), returned to college in 1992, and finally graduated in 1995 with a B.A. in English literature (useful degree, that!). By 1997 I was finally employed in an entry-level job in my chosen field. I was 29.   Most of the people my age -- and a large percentage of those younger than I --seem to have achieved their career goals and are enjoying a comfortable lifestyle and income. I'm not even sure what my career goal is anymore. In some ways, I've achieved it. I work as a newspaper editor. I come to work around 10 a.m., surf the Net, read the paper, read and correct stuff that other people have written, assign stories and photos, tell the copy desk what stories and files to run on the next day's pages, then I head home around 6 p.m. I do this three days a week, and I get paid for 30 hours. It's not a bad job, and it's much more enjoyable than any other job I've had.   Here's the downside. I don't make a lot of money, and I'm not sure where to go from here. I enjoy having time to spend with my kids, but being part-time is probably going to keep me on the "mommy track" and slow any advancements I might make. The next job up from mine is one that I'm not sure I would even like. I'd have to work 60+ hours a week, no overtime, and the stress level is high.   If you're reading this, I'd love to hear from you. What kind of work do you do? Is it what you want to be doing? Did you follow a traditional or non-traditional career path? What do you hope to be doing in five or 10 years?
parrot_suspect

parrot_suspect

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Fishnets and Frankincense
 

Love your feet

Wow, I have a friend (a man) who fell off of someone else's deck (which was only a couple of inches high) and freakishly managed to detach his quadricep (the big muscle that runs down the front of the thigh) from where it attaches around the knee, taking a few tendons with it when it blew.   After I finished wincing and groaning around about the huge amount of hurt that has to be, I realized that I wear stilettos much higher than the deck from which he fell. But he's a guy and I'd wager his joints were pretty tight and wouldn't tolerate the twist.   I rationalize high girl heels by not walking very much in them -- no Carrie Bradshaw-like trotting down the street in them. It's hard on the shoes and it's hard on the feet. That's where I found "Sex And The City" to be the ultimate fantasy; no self-respecting Manolo lover would walk that far on asphalt, because it rips the hell out of them. And there was never, ever, one scene of Carrie soaking her aching tooties after a day of cavorting around in her spikers after Mr. Big or Aidan or whatever man du jour she had her sights set upon. If I'm wrong about that, please comment and let me know. There was a show when Big had angioplasty, but never one where Carrie had bunions removed.   I love girl shoes as much as anyone, and if I ever get a pair of Manolos (or Jimmy Choos), I will post a photo of me wearing them on this blog. (My guess is that I would obtain a used pair on eBay, but you never know when the fairy godmother will appear. Hey, a girl can hope.)   But in the meantime, BPAL is so much more affordable and versatile. You can walk on the asphalt in Chuck Taylor high-tops and still smell like a princess. That's a good trade-off.
valentina

valentina

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Whiskers and Whispers
 

My first ever Paypal phish...grrrrr...

Wearing: Peony Moon, Osun, Saturn and a bit of Mandrake.   I got my first ever Paypal phishing email today. One of those 'you need to update your details or your account will be suspended!!!' ones. Stupidly, I accidentally clicked the link, but as soon as I saw the link wasn't legit Paypal, I closed the window quick as lightning before it even loaded. Then I reported the fucker to Paypal. Changed my password. I hope such people get what they deserve.   Phishers deserve to get their balls pecked out by vultures.
PurringPulsar

PurringPulsar

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Emain Macha
 

Writing Frustrations

I can hardly go into a bookstore these days. It's too heartbreaking; a reminder of things I have not finished.   In this case, I haven't just not-finished one book — I haven't finished TWO.   Ah, isn't it nice to be self-indulgent and whiny?   Seriously though...I really need to shake these birds lose. Both books are dear to my heart, and both were begun almost a decade ago, when my ex-husband and I wanted to do something to 'bond' together and thought 'hey, we could always write a novel...'   Both novels were written, and both novels were even finished — and both novels were absolute, unmitigated crap. Plot holes so big they could have been used as fallout shelters, themes and characters that were borrowed from RPGs (orcs, elves, etc.) for no other reason than because we'd always played RPGs: the best thing I could say about those books is that they were, for the most part, well-paced.   So after the divorce, intellectual property copyrights in hand — I decided to re-write them. And that's where I've been ever since — rewriting. A whole lot of world-building, and a whole lot of self-editing, of "this isn't good enough." Now I'm stuck in both books, in almost the same place, with solid first halfs and good endings, but a little fuzzy on the last third.   Guess it's time to break out the the notes and go back over things. I'm going to finish these, damnit.   Wearing today: Obatala (creamy, milky goodness)
Macha

Macha

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septima_pica's smellyblog
 

To try or buy.

Bottles to acquire Shrunken Heads Diable-en-Boîte Aperotos Eros -- or Ekhidna? The Chicken-Legged Hut? Azathoth (have Miaiphonos) Mary Read Rumpelstilzchen (have Hell-Gate of Ireland) Yorick (have Badger) The Malignant Dreams of Cthulhu in Love Ü Graveyard Dirt (will always take more)   Imps, or to-try GC The Coil Cthulhu De Sade Drink Me Eclipse Envy Ephemera Fire of Love Gomorrah Incantation Intrigue Kumiho Lear The Mock-Turtle's Lessons Moscow Nefertiti Night-Gaunt Pannychis Phantom Prurience To a Woman Troll Yggdrasil (aged)   Carnaval: Hand of Glory (aged) The Blood Garden   Salon: Two Monsters Orpheus Bat-Woman The Death of Sardanapal The Great Red Dragon and the Woman Clothed with the Sun Three Gorgons The Smiling Spider La Mort Qui Danse   LE: Glukoprikos Melainis Whirling Wind Moon Gold Phoenix Countess Willie Crib Girls VT: The Fool VT: The Magician
septima_pica

septima_pica

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Sourball Ho!
 

Highs and lows

The last hour of work, from 4:30 to 5:30, ran the gamut of emotion.   Low: this huge project I've been working on for over 6 months has blown up in my face. The vendor that we selected and that I've been emailing and sending stuff and basically being on-call and totally available to them, called and said due to a backlog of projects they're very behind and guess what? Since we're obviously not as important as other clients, we were selected to be put on the back-burner and instead of completing in May it'll be November. Oh, and they technically haven't "started" anything -- they've asked me for everything under the sun, but that's been it on their end.   I've rarely heard my boss curse like that -- not at me, at them, but I feel like crawling into a hole. I'm so frustrated and embarrassed, I could burst into screaming tears right now thinking about it. I'm trying to console myself, that we haven't paid them anything yet and if Boss Lady says "screw them" we will go to the second vendor and start all over with them, not a huge deal. This is how business works. But I really felt like things were going OK and to be blindsided like this means I don't know shit.   ANYWAY.   High: my forum raffle prize arrived today! I won a decant set of Single Notes: Blue Lilac, Carnation, Coffee Bean, Freesia, Light Myrrh, Sweet Pea, Tomato Leaf and White Rose. According to the Reviews section, Tomato Leaf and White Rose were unreleased. I've never sniffed a SN -- they were discontinued in October 2004, about a week after I placed my first order. I don't think I have a sophisticated nose at all, so it's been interesting to sniff these "pure" notes and see how they translate into the blends.   Unfortunately I've had crazy skin allergies and haven't been able to wear anything in a week. The Masque gave me an ugly rash on the top of my hands & wrists -- I apply there because I've had breakouts in the past and the skin is thicker on the top than the bottom. So it's been boring and stinky Benadryl cream instead of my nice smellies. Last night, since the rash was disappating (not itchy, but still lots of red bumps) I put on Black Phoenix on the bottoms of my wrists, and this morning woke up to a rash there! Not itchy, but definite red bumps. Grrr.   So eventually I want to test and post reviews. They smell amazing in the imps, and I can see how they have such a rabid following. It would be great if LE bottles could be released of some of these.
dawndie

dawndie

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What ever happened to Generation X?
 

It's like a bad dream that never ends

I'm not much of a blog/LJ type of person. Never have been. It always seemed so narcissistic and (dare I say it?) juvenile -- the notion that anyone would be interested in the little details of my life, my thoughts, my complaints, what have you.   But there's something different about this community. It has an open, welcoming vibe I haven't found elsewhere. And I admit to being somewhat of a voyeur -- I enjoy reading other people's blogs and getting a peek into their personalities and lives. I'm interested in what makes other people tick. So, why not start a blog of my own, even if I'm the only one who will ever read it?   Right now I'm struggling with a few issues. The first and foremost, all-encompassing thing in my life is my mother's death. I can't seem to stop thinking about it and I don't know if I'll ever get over it. She died April 7. She died that day because it was the day I chose for her to die. I'm an only child and my parents are divorced -- she was in the hospital, being kept alive by a machine, and I alone issued the order to pull the plug. More on that cheerful topic later.   The other thought running through my head is this. When did I become an old has-been? My mother-in-law came to town this week to help out, provide moral support in the aftermath of my bereavement, and along with that offered to watch the kids Friday night so DH and I could go out for dinner. We had a nice meal at P.F. Chang's, then I felt an urge to go to a bar. Ten years ago (I'm 38 now), my social life seemed to center around bars. Meeting friends for drinks, seeing bands play, etc. Life was sort of fun and carefree. But somewhere along the line, that all changed. We walked through the door and instantly I could tell -- everything was different. DH and I were surrounded by twentysomethings who were laughing, drinking, flirting, dancing, and it hit me like a ton of bricks. That's just not my life anymore. I wish it were, because it was fun while it lasted. I wish I could be young again. The whole experience had a depressing "This WAS your life" quality, and after two quick beers, we were out of there.   Maybe what it is, is that I'm just afraid of growing old and dying. Like my mother.
parrot_suspect

parrot_suspect

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Filling the Periodic Table
 

My take on happiness

inkdark moon wrote:   I was going to comment in response, but then my comment turned into a novel, and I decided to re-think my response and write it up here instead.   I can say with absolute certainty that I am happy with my life now.   I mean, in a moment-to-moment sense, I am frustrated with the exam process I have to complete for my career, and I'm busy and tired, but in an overall sense,. I'm happy.   But, the thing is, it's the things that are causing all of that busy-ness that make me happy. I have, by grace or luck, stumbled into a career that I enjoy. And the whole exam thing means that every day, when I get up, I know I will spend anywhere from 4 to 8 hours that day, studying, learning new things and intellectually challenging myself. And studying it all on my own makes it way more rewarding than college ever was.   The biggest misery in my life is to be bored. I hate it. Everything around me can be falling to pieces, but If I am setting goals and occationally achieving them, I'm happy. If I'm learning new things, and having to stretch my brain to do it, I'm happy.   So I guess what I'm saying is that my own happiness is both an internal thing *and* the result of my interacting with the world. My happiness comes from knowing I can rise to a challenge. My goals and my challenges are different from everyone elses, and the things that are important to me aren't important to others... But I have found the things that I am passionate about, and the *path* I am taking to get there makes me happy. I've succeeded in the realm of my career to find a job that challenges me intelectually.   And I have been lucky in my love life to find a guy who loves me so much, he gently holds me to my *own* standards instead of his. Seriously, that's love. He wants me to meet my own goals and grow in the direction I chose. It's a daily struggle for me, but I try to do the same for him.   As for why there are so many depressed people... I think the modern world, for all of the supposed choices we have in every part of our lives, is actually very disempowering. We are all constantly overstimulated with exhausting trivia, and by the time we start looking inwards at what we want and need, we're too tired, and our heads are too full of marketing and other people's opinions.   I'm not saying I'm above it. I'm there just as much as anyone, asking myself, "Is this what I want? What my parents want? What my friends think is best for me? What is "socially acceptable"? What I have been conditioned to believe someone of my social/financial/whatever station should do?"   I think one lucky thing that happened to me was studying TaeKwon Do as a teenager. Right in the middle of those very formative years, I had a chance to learn a little about setting and achieving goals as I moved up the ranks. As I advanced, I was given more and more responsability, and, cliched as it sounds, I really did learn the satisfaction that comes from a job well done. I learned how good it felt to push myself so far beyond the limits I thought I had.   I know I have more thoughts on the subject, but I'll leave it here for now.
antimony

antimony

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Whiskers and Whispers
 

Elation followed by Frustration.

Currently smelling of: Oblivion, Monster Bait: Underbed, Yemaya, Frumious Bandersnatch   First, the elation: -I got my Peony Moon order! I got 5 bottles-Peony Moon, Underbed, Saturn, Uranus, and Oblivion (even though I wanted Ozymandias-more on that later), and all the imps I ordered, and also loads of frimps. Most of which I've tried-save for Bess, Shadow and French Love which I can't wait to try (especially Bess!) -So far, these scents are working fantastically. Underbed is such a fun spicy cake scent! Oblivion is intriguing and I think it will grow on me. Frumious Bandersnatch and Yemaya are also much nicer than I was expecting-well, I knew they would be good, but not that good! -I got an email from my stroppy maths tutor (yeah, he has tantrums like a five year old!) saying I didn't need to do all 50 maths questions in my coursework, just 12 of them. That takes a great weight off my mind.   And now the frustration: -I didn't get the bottle of Ozymandias I ordered...I got Oblivion. Which is lovely because I like Oblivion and it'll save me from buying a bottle, but I was looking forward to Ozy most out of this update-despite reviews saying it smells like old fashioned perfume or soap or ozone-it's Egyptian, dammit! *childish sulk* (I emailed the lab-I've heard they sent replacement bottles for free. They did that with Red and Pink Phoenix, which spilt, so maybe they'll do that with my missing bottle of Ozy!) -I think Paypal hates me now. I had put in some funds and sent some e-cheques that should have cleared on the 13th. Ok, so the Easter holidays slowed things down a bit but that means they should have cleared today! So why haven't they? I have a love-hate relationship with Paypal, for one thing, it enables me to buy stuff online, like BPAL. But it's also slow and annoying (why is it that UK e-cheques and funds take 2 weeks to clear when US ones take 4-5 days???) -That stupid radio DJ says that the new Doctor Who sucked. Correction-he's the one who sucks. Has he got no taste? *wishes she could telepathically smite idiots who say stupid things like that, especially during states of PMS* -And yes, the monthly hormonal eruption has started to stir. From now on for at least a week, I am dangerous.
PurringPulsar

PurringPulsar

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Shellhell - Hermetically Sealed
 

That Cheating Bastard or Nanshe of Doom

I need to preface this by saying that I have always been very connected to my dreams, even as a very small child. I have always solved my problems in my dreams and have counted on my dreams to lead me in the right direction in life. My dream life is very important to me. I also need to add that my husband and I have been happily for 24yrs....   I recently recieved an imp of Nanshe as a frimp. I would have never thought to get any of the Somnium simply because I have such good sleep and am so connected to my dreams. I decided that it couldn't hurt to try Nanshe could it? After all, who is to say that I didn't need dream help any way? Right?   That night, as I went to bed, I put Nanshe on my temples, my wrists and a bit on my arms where my head lays as I sleep. At first I thought that it was to bright of a blend to go to sleep with - a very bright orange/yellow that kind of made me perky rather than sleepy. But I persisted and finally fell asleep.   That night, I dreamt so much I couldn't even keep up with it as I usually do! The dreams were so chaotic that I woke up half exhausted! I could remember bits and pieces of the dreams but not enough to do what I usually do - sort it out and figure out what my dreams were trying to tell me.   Of course, I gave it a second night's try. Same as the first night. My hubby told me that I was thrashing around so much in my sleep and suggested that I lay off the Nanshe.   The third night I put my Nanshe on and did some relaxation techniques and tried a bit of self hypnosis to focus. That night, I had the worst NIGHTMARE a woman can have! Here is my dream:   My hubby was coming home an hour late here, or 2 hours late there. When we were shopping we kept running this woman he worked with. Any how, to make a long story short, I was out running errands one day and came across them coming out of a restaraunt, arm in arm. When I confronted them they laughed - both of them. My hubby turned to me and told me that he never loved me, that she was his soul mate etc... I was DEVASTATED. I was sobbing and pleading and both of them were laughing. My husband was saying horrible mean things to me. It was awful.   Now, I think every woman out there has had a dream like this. I have had one and woke up so pissed that I couldn't talk to my hubby the first 5 minutes until I woke up fully and realized, "OK, it was just a dream" NOT THIS TIME! I wept for 3 days straight, I called my hubby at work to check on him. I knew that when he was a 1/2 hr. late home from work, he was with HER. It was so vivid and real. I couldn't snap out of it. My hubby handled it all in good cheer the first day, the second day he was pretty annoyed and the third day he was really angry of being accused of having an affair. He made me swear off the Nanshe!   I know where the dream came from and I knew then too. Just recently, two people I know have had the same thing happen to them in real life. Hubby comes home after 15yr of marriage and says - never loved you, I want a divorce. That in my head along with the worry that I have this illness where I can't really keep up with my hubby and that feeling of unease that comes with it - well *POOF* instant nightmare only to be magnified by the Nanshe.   Things are back to normal now, I am back in touch with my dreams, my marriage is still great, and I know better than to try the rest of the Somnium or anything else that will help with your dreams. Now if Beth could just make one that would help me loose some weight!
Rhowan

Rhowan

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littletingoddess' Blog
 

I don't wanna go!

I'm waiting on my husband to get home, then the three of us, husband, daughter and I are off on a 3 hour drive to lovely Detroit. I don't wanna go.   A little background... my daughter was born with a rare metabolic disorder called Maple Syrup Urine Disease. It was diagnosed through newborn screening. From when she was a week old to about a year ago, her specialized care was through a clinic at U of Michigan. She had the same neurologist, same dietitians, for 7 years of her life, and they literally saved her life more than once. I totally trusted and liked them, and we had a very good relationship.   In comes the mighty state of Michigan... because of money, and basic governmental bullshit, they decided to change EVERYTHING. They decide that all patients who are seen for diseases caught by newborn screening have to go to a clinic at Detroit Children's Hospital. All new doctors, staff, everything. And they haven't been treating MSUD patients as long as the previous doctor.   Could we still go to the doctors at U of M? Sure... but the state wouldn't provide the medical formula that my daughter needs to live if we do. And that would be 1/5th of our income!   So...I'm begrudingly making the trek down to a hospital I've never visited, to see doctors I don't know, and somehow trust them to know what's best for my daughter.
littletingoddess

littletingoddess

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Emain Macha
 

Saturn

Grabbed Saturn this morning on a lark...don't think it's agreeing with me.   It's very dark, very strong, woodsy with a vetiver kick. Extremely masculine, but not in a sexy sweaty fun way. I don't necessarily have a problem with vetiver (it's not an automatic deal breaker for me) but that said, there is many a vetiver blend that would not be my first, fifth or fiftieth choice in the morning, and I suspect Saturn is one of those.   Does a wonderful job of encapsulating the idea of Saturn though...   I suspected that this might be the case, so I snagged a bottle of Benghal on my way out the door as my safety net. Needless to say, it's going to be used.
Macha

Macha

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Fishnets and Frankincense
 

Aw hell, she's gettin' all literary on us...

Hell, I have all sorts of time at work now... I can go back to reading poetry and posting favorite poems, so for all of you that detest poetry, just sign off now. And it's spring, so let's be romantic as hell, at least for a moment or two. Then I'll get real, but still in a romantic way. So for all you lovers out there, here's two ways to look at it.   A mushy poem that I love, by E.E. Cummings: i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you   here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart   i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)   And a not-so-mushy poem by Wallace Stevens: The night knows nothing of the chants of night. It is what it is as I am what I am: And in perceiving this I best perceive myself   And you. Only we two may interchange Each in the other what each has to give. Only we two are one, not you and night,   Nor night and I, but you and I, alone, So much alone, so deeply by ourselves, So far beyond the casual solitudes,   That night is only the background of our selves, Supremely true each to its separate self, In the pale light that each upon the other throws.     And you know, maybe they aren't so different, after all...
valentina

valentina

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This Old Snark
 

Vascillate

Popular theory stated that Spring had indeed Sprung, but she couldn't help but feel mild bemusement tinged with her sense of personal tragedy as she looked out over the river during her morning commute.   Or at least, what she could see of the river. There was a solid, wintry gray wall of fog taunting the entire city from about halfway across the bridge. The repressive haziness continued all the way north to her workplace.   She couldn't see the tender Spring colors asserting themselves in the landscape. Her fellow commuters had all sunk back down into layers of woolen browns, blacks, and grays. Shockingly pale kneecaps, anklejoints, and collarbones retreated back into the warmth of cavelike clothing.   The weathermen all promised a return to sun, to life. She warily eyed the flat sky and felt the smallest flicker of hope.   She's wearing Midnight Mass to match the weather.
darkitysnark

darkitysnark

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Denise's Cool Blog
 

Yay! My first entry..

Thanks to a lovely friend of mine, I have been recently introduced to this forum (and the BPA in general). I just placed an order for 12 different imps over the weekend, and don't know if I'll make it through the month waiting for my package to arrive! hehe. I don't even know how I narrowed it down to just 12, honestly. here are the imps that I will be getting:   Shattered Bess Cathode La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente Swank Tempest Shanghai Juliet TigerLily The Unicorn Szepasszony The Hanging Gardens   Feel free to let me know what you think of any one of those scents!  
eviltemptressdq

eviltemptressdq

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Fishnets and Frankincense
 

The world exploded into woots

There's a Bob Schneider song that goes: "The world exploded into love all around me..." and my version of it today is: "The world exploded into woots all around me..."   Hell, I got a CnS on my big order last night! There's just something about knowing that your deferred gratification is about to be consummated. And this is a big order (for me, relatively) of Kali, O, Osun and Ogun. I love O so much and I was afraid I was going to use up the bottle that I now have prior to getting another. I'm probably going to have to order a big bottle the next time that I break down and order a LE.   I need to get ready for work. I'll ramble more later.
valentina

valentina

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Sourball Ho!
 

Current Doings

I'm not on LJ, but I like how you can post what you're currently listening to. It's a nice snapshot into someone, plus I'm a voyeur in that I like seeing what people are reading and watching and listening to and putting up on their walls. To me the ultimate superpower would be invisibility, because I would love to go through houses, especially with no one home, to see how others live (as long as they're not slobby). What do people collect? What do they have sitting on a shelf?   Location: Dallas, Texas, where it hit frickin' 100 today! Ugh. It's too early to be this hot.   Currently reading: Jazz from the Ken Burns PBS series. It's very interesting, as I know very little about jazz. My biggest beef is that I wish there were accompanying CDs so when they talk about how revolutionary so-and-so's recording was, I can listen to it. But that just means I need to see the PBS series.   Currently listening to: Lindsey Buckingham compilation in my car. I called it "Conducive to Creativity" because in one interview he was going on about how he left Fleetwood Mac when it was no longer conducive to creativity, and that cracked my ass up. He's a very interesting musician but seems like a beating to hang around with and talk to. But that's probably how a lot of musicians are in real life.
dawndie

dawndie

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Emain Macha
 

The Star

I snagged a bottle of Tarot:the Star a while back and promptly forgot about it. (I keep my 10ml bottles in a different container than my 5mls, so I don't tend to "see" them in the morning when I'm deciding what to wear, and out of sight, out of mind, as the saying goes.)   Damn, but this is pretty. It's a delightful sweet, creamy lime, and reminds me a bit of the lime Italian sodas I've been making lately by adding sugar-free vanilla syrup to lime-infused soda water. I could truly dump this stuff on me...just spectacular.   I now understand what all the fuss is about.
Macha

Macha

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Emain Macha
 

Lotus Moon

As far as the actual lunacy perfumes go, I anticipate that this will (likely) be my least favorite, since Lotus and I don't get along. On the other hand, as an artistic endeavor, the lotus is rife with some wonderful sexy symbolism. And I think I know just what I'm going to do....*cue evil theme music*....BWAHAHAHAHA...err....ahem.   Sorry about that. I get carried away.   Something a little different than the normal style. And my goal is to have it so the boys can wear it too. May not be possible...must play...   (At this stage, of course, I have no clue what the perfume itself will smell like. That's pretty normal.)
Macha

Macha

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Emain Macha
 

Dragon Moon Shirt Finished

Finally managed to get the Dragon Moon design to Beth last night. Of course, what I didn't realize at the time was that I probably sent it about 5 minutes after Ted's computer had its meltdown. Fortunately I was able to resend the art, and *crosses fingers* with luck it should go up soon.   But the way the Lab goes through computers, I'm not taking bets or anything. *wince*   As far as the shirt goes...I'm quite happy with it, and I'm a bit dragon obsessed, so there ya go. (I can vividly remember being an absolutely incensed twelve-year-old who, upon being asked to tone down my mural of Tiamat fighting Bahamut for the Girl's Club Tea Party, put my hands on hips and said "Tiamat is not CUTE!") Ahem. Not sure what that has to do with anything, except that I was quite a dragon-loving geek then, and still am.   Oh, and am counting the seconds until Beth comes out with that Tiamat blend she mentioned, obviously.   Anyway, Dragon Moon. I likie. Oh, and it just went live here.
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