"Don't you mess with a little girl's dream cause she's liable to grow up mean."

I fell in love with another new scent (grumbles):

Plastic Pink Flamingo: Vigilant day-glo guardians of lawn and patio, stalwart protectors of the home.

Pink sugar-crusted marshmallow, dandelion, and sap.

This goes pure sugary, gooey, melted marshmallow on me - like when you're trying to roast marshmallows and you accidentally get some stuck on your lips or your fingertips - that's the feeling, the smell - I wanted to lick my arm (thank god I didn't apply it somewhere else, huh? hehe)

What a day.

My roommate is being a heathen. I'm trying to push him, because he has to respond to everything challenging his former unemployment claim before July 2, 2009. I gave him an Affidavit form for his former co-worker; I've written so many letters that I've lost count. He just wants to let me handle it where he doesn't have to do anything. I hate when big corporations think they can squash other people by lying. His former manager filled a state form with just lies - fraudulent, punishable by jail time and/or a fine, lies. How can that not bother him? I wouldn't be able to take it. He asked me to help him initially, but now he isn't working to complete it in time. It's the principle to me at this point, and it's not even my "battle."

After a lot of thinking over the past few months since I left him, I now know that my ex only pretended to be what it was that he thought I needed in my life at the time that he slithered into it - someone to love me and want me for more than just sex. I just wasn't aware he was so deceitful at the time; I had no reason at that point not to trust him - other than just a general mistrust of human beings in general, which I've been trying to change about myself. Now that I know what type of person that he is, I realize that he's just going to put on a different face for each person that he's trying to pursue - the "knight in shining armor" for me (which is really ironic because he takes position one or two depending on my mood for "best sex ever") - the "Mormon" now for the 21 year old virgin Mormon - and there is no telling what other masks that he's worn in the past or will wear in the future. Who is he really? I wonder that sometimes. Does he even know who he is - at the very core of his being? This is the person that I wish I could get a chance to talk to for a few minutes - even if it's a rotten person - I wonder if anyone has ever met the "true him."

At least most of the men I've met in my past, after the 12 year relationship, were fairly up front about our "relationship" or "encounters" - I was their "fling" not their "friend" - the doors to other possibilities were closed before they even had a chance to get to know me. I try not to do that with people anymore. After I talked with a faraway friend recently that popped back into my life, I realized that I was closing the door on people that didn't immediately make my head spin or my toes curl - and maybe I was discounting or writing off a lot of people that would have been lifelong friends or more. Maybe the head-spinning and toe-curling would come later. Maybe the people that made physical things happen to my body just with a glance or a touch were the people in which all I would ever have in common with was the sexual attraction. I've tried to mend my ways, but I guess I can't force others to leave all the doors open. There is no better way to limit life and its possibilities than by deciding the slots the people fill before you even get to know them wholly. I don't want to do that - I want to leave everything open. I want to have a million possibilities - the more possibilities that exist - the more of a chance that something wonderful will happen or something that you didn't expect will happen - one life full of endless possibilities - that's what I'd like my life to be like - because, I'm tired of looking at closed doors even if they are doors that I never would have peeked inside anyway. I'd just like to have the option instead of having so many things decided essentially "for" me. It especially ungrounds me when someone pulls something out from under you that you weren't even thinking toward anyway - but then you can't stop wondering why that wouldn't be ok with someone like you. You start wondering what precisely is wrong with you where that scenario wouldn't be ok - when you weren't even trying to reach that plateau. I guess it's like when you're a little kid and someone tells you that you can't have something - and it never really mattered until you heard that couldn't have it - or until you heard the word "no" because then your little mind just wanted to touch whatever you weren't supposed to touch or do whatever you weren't supposed to do just because it was off limits. My grown up mind just wonders why I'm being told that I can't do something - or that something wouldn't ever be available to me - and what that says about me - even though I was never trying to reach the "top shelf" or "throw the stupid ball" in the house anyway.

Have you ever wanted to make a grand change and even though you "can" do it at some point - right now you realize that you don't have the tools, the constitution, or resources to make that change *right* now? You still want to get excited and start thinking toward that change - even though you haven't a clue what that change will be. I guess actions can follow a change in mindset. I certainly don't want to repeat some portions of my past. But, I'd like to take the best of my past with me into the future and then just make the rest up as it happens. My mind has been reeling and spinning all day long; I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. Ironically, another scent that has seemed to capture an interest:

Spinning Multicolored Metallic Pinwheel: Polycarbonate and metallic film monuments to domestic whimsy, whirling merrily in the summer breeze.

Raspberry, lime, blueberry, tangerine, lemon, juniper, and white grape.

Maybe the decants that arrived today for me to test are trying to tell me something.

"Art is the only way to run away without leaving home."

New fairy canvases this week - I'm trying to "re-stock" my Etsy Store!

Meet: Gardenia, the Garden Fairy (above), Darwinia, The Dragon Fairy, and Fiona, the Flame-Haired Fairy :)

"Well she entered unnoticed. You will feel it when she leaves."

I've been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. For the past 2+ years, I have suffered from disturbing muscle issues. At first, I would just have trouble doing "normal" things for me - dancing, walking up a flight of stairs. And, then it progressed into unfightable fatigue and not even being able to raise my arms to wash my hair sometimes. Six months ago, I started having "charlie horses" everywhere. I didn't know someone could even have these anywhere other than in her calves - I was having muscle spasms in my toes, hips - my roommate had to pull me out of the bathtub once - the spasm was so severe. A week ago, it just all broke loose - I was hurting in so many different places - my lower back, my neck, the front of my neck, one of my knees - and it migrates. It's frightening. Yesterday, blissfully, it just hurt in my left knee and some neck pain. But, today, it's in multiple places again - I just can't sleep at all. They are throwing medications at me again, of course. I've already tried "Savella," and it made me nauseated and worsened my acid reflux. Nothing was as bad as the muscle relaxer though - that sent the acid reflux to my throat for days. After those two didn't work with my stomach, I was given Valium - which does help me sleep - but it makes me jittery as it wears off and terribly nauseous. So, that one is out now too. They are going to call in Lyrica, I believe, tomorrow. I'm just so worried that it's something more - the symptoms of Fibromyalgia are almost identical to other, more debilitating diseases, like multipe sclerosis. I don't have any health insurance or any way to rule those out at this point in time. I'm just worried that my body will never be the same - and all of the medications that they give me to "fix" my body or the pain - they affect my mind. It's a clear mind and painful body or a mildly painful body and fuzzy mind. Stress is one of the worst things that you can deal with, both with my IBS and fibromyalgia - and that's all that I go through anymore.

The kittens are growing so fast. The orange one is actually a little wicked; he bites and holds grudges. I've never seen such an agressive kitten. He's so quick that I can hardly ever catch him when he gets free reign of the house; he runs so fast around corners that he slides - kind of like a car. He's been named "Bolt." We almost named him "Blaze" - it's so hard to name them until they get older, and then usually, you get stuck calling them something stupid, like "orange kitty" (hehe) The black one is a sweetheart; she's almost off her bottle and onto all solid food. Her little face is so adorable; you can't help smiling when you look at her. She loves to nuzzle ears and grab your chin - and purrs like crazy. She has faint little gray stripes on her legs; I'm not sure if she'll keep them as she gets older or not. I named her "Licorice."
My roommate, the one who promised to give me somewhere to live this year without having to worry about anything (rolls eyes), finally got another job after having walked out of his other one. He starts in the morning and will actually be making more than his past job. We have so many bills to catch up on though, and he sold his car - so, he'll be walking to work sometimes and then other times - I'll take him. The brake place that he's working at is super close to the house - less than a mile - so this is a good thing.

Our neighbors to the immediate right are heathens. They've had two occasions where they had music so loud, that I couldn't even hear the television in my bedroom - I love music - but when I don't feel well - I just want to rest and play spades online or watch television. There were about 50 people in their front yard on Memorial Day; I miss living in my old house - the neighbors were polite and so much further away. But, I'm thankful that I'm in a house still where you have more freedom than an apartment - and I have my own bedroom and a large room for all of my art supplies and packaging stuff (for perfume swaps and sales).
My family (my cousins and aunt) came down from Ohio. I haven't seen one of my cousins for almost 20 years. I felt too bad to hang out with them as much as I wanted - but I did get to spend a day and half total with them. My cousin Jessie is 23, and we seem to get each other into trouble (hehe - who me?) We both got tattoos the last time she was down here. I tried to talk her into a belly ring, and the next thing I know, she's getting her nipples pierced (laugh) I don't think I'll ever be able to do it now that I've seen the size of the needle (hee!). Her mom didn't believe that she had done it; Jessie is usually pretty "straight" and narrow - but she has a wicked streak. Her mom asked to see her belly button when we were late arriving back at my mom's house (Jessie made me go get a drink after she had them pierced :P ) - when we kept laughing, her mom says: "What? Did you get your nipples pierced?" and proceeded to grab her breasts. I know that had to hurt - and the secret was out. I still can't believe how long the needle is that they used to pierce them. Jessie keeps teasing me about my age, because she knows I'm getting sensitive about it. Flatteringly, the sexy piercer didn't believe Jessie when she told her how old I was - enough that she kept telling Jessie that there was no way that I was that age. And, a hairstylist and I were talking about age a week ago, and she told me that I looked damn good for my age - so I just need to get over it - huh?

After the shock from the nipple piercing reveal wore off, Jessie's mom made super strong margaritas, and I had to sit up until 2 a.m. to be able to drive home. Jessie's nipples were started to really hurt about an hour before I drove home - and I couldn't get into my mom's room to get the band-aids because they were asleep - so I brought her paper towels and scotch tape (yes, I was under the influence...hehe!) I can't believe she paper-toweled and scotch-taped her nipples. When we got back into the gameroom after we all relaxed and giggled in the the hot tub, I noticed a scratch on the wall that looked just like a "K." Jessie's mom is named Kim (the bartender...hehe) - and she thought we had drawn it on purpose. It was the oddest coincidence! I think the suitcase rubbed up against the wall - and it just happened to make a "K" mark; I was blamed of course - but I would never write on my mom's walls! A little magic eraser and it was gone - I kept telling her to calm down while she was rubbing the wall with a wet towel and making it worse. I felt so sick the day after - there is no way I'm going to be able to drink - even socially any more. But, I did have a ball (no pun intended...grin) We're trying to talk everyone into going to Ohio to spend Christmas with them - this is the "fun" side of my family. Jessie is also a cosmetologist - so we got to shop in a "professional-only" store that had high-end nail polish and hair products. I almost had an orgasm - really (hehe!) I bought a pretty shimmmery turqouise nail polish, a bright blue, and a really bright purple with glitter. I also found an amazing hair spray that moisturizes and a root lifter. The prices + her discount - I was just in heaven.

I don't understand exes that can't just cut the ties. If a break-up is bad or I'm really hurt (especially if I really loved that person and that person broke my heart because he wouldn't make small compromises equal to the amount that I was making or even less), I just don't want anything to remind me of it again. What is with people that have to be friends with exes or have to keep tabs on them? I don't care how that person is doing (who he is doing) or who he is living with - I don't want to know anything - I'm just like that. I just make a clean break. I had a situation that was going to get ugly; I got out of it - I cried a little, listened to a few sad songs, wrote a funny, disparaging story for my own benefit - and that was that. If I ever go through something like that again, that person is going to have to make a grand gesture - and I mean huge "sacrifice" to spend his life with me - something that shows that he's willing to take the same chances that I am on a future together. In my fantasy world, he moves to civilization (preferably Little Rock or a surrounding area), we share my family, he at least gets into talk therapy for his anger and "obsessive tendencies" and to learn how to handle stress, we have amazing mind-blowing sex forever, he quits screwing and "flirting" with other girls when he's with me, he never calls me any type of name again, and I take care of him when he's down or sick and vice versa. Unfortunately, I live in reality and know that would never happen in a million and a 1/2 years. I think that I miss a person that never truly was - and that does make me sad.

I'm saving my "ChaCha" guide money for a used X-Box 360, barring any other utility emergencies like paying $200 to get the internet back on today. I want that and Fable I and II - I wish I could set up some type of fund and beg people for money (hehe) I really need it (hee!) I don't actually - I just want to play video games when I don't feel well and am stuck in bed.
I finally used my gift card for Torrid during their Memorial Day sale and treated myself to some lingerie and a couple of dresses. I bought the cutest panties - one pair is baby pink and has a cartoon squirrel on them and reads "completely nuts" (yeah, yeah...hehe). And, then, I got some more risque stuff (ahem). One camisole is just pure love - it's sheer black with pink lace around the cups - and a black skull pendant on the middle of the "bra" portion - sexy, sweet, and a little wicked (my favorite!) Good and bad this month - I wish my life would just choose good for awhile! Ups and downs are only fun during sex (grin)

"She will go and set the world on fire...no one ever thought she could do that."

My ex-boyfriend's/roommate's mother has breast cancer. They caught it very early while checking on other general health problems, so that is a very good sign. She is one of the most stubborn, feisty, strong women that I know. His way of dealing with his fear about her is to lash out at me. He's been yelling at me for the past two hours. I don't feel well today, so I'm stuck at home. He keeps telling me how none of "his friends" like me and how he shouldn't be living with me - and all other types of hurtful words that I don't care to re-live. I don't understand how a person in his middle 30's does not yet know how to deal with his feelings and accept the fact that he has fears. I shouldn't have to be yelled at because he is scared and can't admit it. I just talk to someone, listen to sad music, cry - something - I would never yell at someone else in a degrading way without realizing what I was doing.

My hair is a new color - it's burgundy with two "peek-a-boo" blonde highlights - one in my bangs and one streak on the left side. It was a nightmare how many times I had my hair colored this week - I made the mistake of trying a new place - but it's finally "liveable" until the next whim hits me. Changing my haircolor makes me happy.

I'm a ChaCha guide which is awesome, because it's something I can do at home. You can just text any question in the whole world to 242242, and you'll have an answer within minutes. I get a lot of sex questions (hehe - big surprise - huh?), weed questions (can you tell I answer questions in the middle of the night? hee), and legal questions. Customers get 4 free questions every 7 days. I hate the homework questions the most, because I had to do my own homework - they should have to also :P I'm just learning how to do answer quickly within the text limits and their guidelines and am up to $75 already. I have my first shift with kgb_ tomorrow as a guide where I will also answer questions - they are stricter, pay less, and work in shifts - so I'm not sure how that one will work out for me - but it's worth a shot. Unlike ChaCha, kgb_ costs .99 a question, but it's harder to be accepted so the answers have a much higher quality rating. Some of the questions that have made me laugh or cringe:

"How long were Viking penises?" (laugh)
"If a hooker comes to your house and passes out, is it rape or shop-lifting?" (cringe)
"Can you have sex with a girl that is passed out?" (cringe)
"What kind of snake is this?" (answer poisonous) Follow up question: "Should I touch it?" (cringe)

I'm also a member of an Artist Trading Card (ATC) forum now! I'm really exited; you can join group swaps (sounds dirty, huh?) or just post your small pieces of art for person-to-person swaps. ATC's are works of art on paper that are 2.5 x 3.5 inches in size. The first swap I have joined is "7 deadly sins." I have "Envy" done (pictured above) - but still have to do "lust" and "wrath." It feels like a really friendly community, so this is definitely a positive in my life currently.

I'm taking care of two teeny tiny kittens! My roommate's sister-in-law rescued 6 of them, and we are bottle-feeding 2 of them. One is a soft black, and one is orange and white striped. I don't know if I'll be able to give the orange one up (bites nails...hehe) I have a weak spot for kitties - but an even weaker spot for orange kitties, since I lost my beautiful boy "Tang" last year. They are so busy. I love when they are awake - but I'm also glad to have a chance to breathe when they are finally sleeping.

I joined an IBS study that researches how writing can affect and/or aid people that deal with the symptoms of IBS. I'll get a $25 check for just writing a couple nights in a row - it does distract you from concentrating on your stomach pain - but, of course, lots of things do and eventually activities will stop distracting you or the pain gets worse. I also can submit a piece of artwork if I want for their publication - also contending that art helps with IBS symptoms. I truly believe that creative arts lead to less stress which would help calm down IBS flare-ups.

It's been an interesting month!

"You with your itinerary life, you're nothing, nothing, never fine in the light."

I wish:

(1) That my stomach could feel normal for one week - or even a day - and that I could eat anything I wanted for just that day - no heating pads, no pain pills, no advil, no medications an hour before I eat - nothing - just be a normal person.

(2) That someone would give something up or make a "grand gesture" for me just once - a romantic, unbelievable, movie-moment sacrifice - to make us both happy - choosing to relocate to be with me, admitting his feelings even though he doesn't know how to express them, getting help for a problem that would keep a person from being safe around them - just something. I'm tired of being the one that has to give up everything. I'm sick of being the person that has to be accomodating of another's behavior, words, or actions within another's initial or complete control.

(3) That I get a swimming pool as I had planned one day.

(4) That I get to find at least a part of the "former me" one day and keep her around.

(5) That my ex-boyfriend could choose to be sober.

(6) That my mom would understand what it's like to be me sometimes. I actually wish that just one person in the world understood me or cared enough to learn how to - I always find people to be enigmas - I like to learn how they work, what they think, and figure out who they are - it's exciting to me.

(7) That I get treated to or invited to a small picnic one day - an open field - 2 people, a blanket, food optional...(hehe)

(8) That I could feel what it's like to be one of "the beautiful people" for one day - where you can't even walk by someone without that person turning around and not knowing why. I'd love to know what it feels like to have that charisma, that "special something" - that certain people have and no one can explain but draws people closer.

(9) That I had a better singing voice.

(10) That I had a body made for professional dancing.

(11) That I could order as many bath and body products, tarts, perfume oils, dresses, make-up as I could and wanted in a 24-hour space of time.

(12) That I had told someone in my past before he got married that I loved him even though it wouldn't have mattered in terms of where he or I ended up.

(13) That I could get my lost kitties back - Brownie, Spot, Baby Kitty, Kismet, Slash, Little Guy, Tang, and Flooz. Little Guy died two months ago of Saddle Thrombus - he just threw a clot and lost use of both of his back legs - I thought he had fallen and broke or injured a leg. Two hours later, he was euthanized - he had a heart defect that couldn't be repaired which had led to the throwing of the clot that was blocking blood flow to his legs. I have lost so many kitties the past two years.

(14) That I wasn't so shy in front of groups of people. I wish I could stand in front of a group of people and speak confidentally and knowledgeably.

(15) That I don't lose anything else - I've lost so much lately - even for just a year, I'd like to keep all that I have around me - people, pets, and belongings.

(16) That just one of the people in my past that treated me poorly or did something obviously wrong would come back and admit it and take responsbility for it.

(17) That people didn't lie so much - or think that they are so good at it that people don't know it. Just because someone doesn't call a person on a lie or bring it to light, doesn't mean that she doesn't know or didn't know what was going on the entire time - everyone has a filter inside - sometimes they don't want to speak about something aloud either - because that makes it real.

(18) That a few of my wishes would come true.

"You're going to find yourself somewhere, somehow..."

Life has been so crazy lately! I'm finally getting moved, but I still have a ton of stuff at my other house to get out. My roommate just doesn't want to help me (he lived there for 11 years!); he doesn't even want to get his belongings. I don't know what he expects me to do. He came into my bedroom the other night and sat down on the bed and starting getting dressed at about one in the morning. He asked me to take him to the hospital, so that he could be checked in for rehabilitation. He has been sober for 8 days and 8 nights now, which is the longest run in about 6 years. I know that it might not stick, but I am greatly encouraged by the fact that he *asked* for help this time. No one had to talk him into it. No one has to give him guilt trips or try to scare him. He asked for help on his own and admitted that he couldn't stop drinking by himself.

I finally have my Etsy store "VenusEnvy" up! I haven't finished enough paintings lately to start "stocking" those, but I do have a number of fun little fairy canvases that I'm moving into the shop. I've been doing so poorly health-wise, that I feel that I need something positive to focus on - I am trying to do anything that I can to feel human. (I wonder if I feel good enough to have sex? Hehe) I've added some of my recent paintings that have already been sold or donated - and some of my fairy canvases.

"Wish and love are not the same thing."

This has been the oddest week; I'm all disjointed and random. What I'm leaving out is probably more important than what I'm including but for what it is worth.

My mom: She is home and healing - she is still getting sick right after she eats. She's been kind of out of it with the pain medication and lack of energy. It's so unnerving seeing my mom like that - she's never sick. It really bothers me.

Premieres!

Grey's Anatomy: Ohmygod, the new guy is h.o.t. and I am not one to drool over physical appearances alone (his voice, persona, crooked grin) - his whole "character" and "the kiss" - I watched it online and had to watch the kiss 3 times. Umm, did I just type that? (hehe) I'm really surprised they are carrying through on the bi-sexual/lesbian relationship - that one totally threw me for a loop (not in a bad way but in an ohmygod this is primetime television way). I love when gender and sexuality is illustrated as how it truly exists in reality - it's not as clear cut as everyone likes or wants to believe.

ANTM: I can't believe they cut Hannah so harshly - she would have improved. Love love love Elina and Annaleigh - I wish I could look like either of them just for one day (wistful sigh). I know I know, but just one day! A lot of pretty people don't understand or will never understand the power and advantages that being one of the "pretty ones" grants you in life - your job - how you are treated by others. It's depressing when the jobs or professions that you would most like to be engaged in aren't supported by your genes.

I missed Knight Rider; I'm going to go back and watch the first one online - I also missed Fringe which I was curious about.

My brother: Being a total dick - I tried to call him last week after my mom's surgery, because I was sick and scared and truly needed to talk to someone and he just blew me off. I haven't spoken to him in a week now. I understand being with someone that you love, but I believe that family enhances a relationship to an extent - he's been married for over 5 years now - and he still acts like I don't exist most of the time. He took a pottery class at the art center without telling me despite the fact that he knew that I would have wanted to take it also - we took the last class together. My mom made some comment that I missed a couple of the classes last time, but that's when I was traveling back and forth to Fayetteville all of the time and trying to juggle two "residences."

My best friend: Drinking again - after rehab and after two months of sobriety. I asked/pleaded with him to follow up as they instructed with meetings, so that he could have a sponsor. He kept saying that he didn't need one, and I kept trying to explain that the moment something bad happened - that he wouldn't know how to deal with it and then would be at risk to turning back to alcohol. His way of dealing with any type of stress for the past 6 years has to been to drink. You have to learn a whole new way to live and handle everyrday pressures - not to mention the excessively stressful days and situations. He really started falling for a girl, and then she moved very far away - he started drinking that week. He told me that the alcohol was the only way to take away the pain, so that he could not think about it. I tried to talk to him - the minute he's sober again, the pain comes right back. If you keep masking the pain, you never deal with it - he keeps setting it up, so that he can never stop drinking or all the pain will come crashing into him. I'm tired. I hate to give up on him - but, what else can I do with respect to his drinking problem? I sat in the hospital for 7 hours the night he was admitted to the program; I visited him that week; I sent a letter to his workplace to explain that he was hospitalized; and, I picked him up. That week was very stressful for me too and time and emotionally draining; he just doesn't comprehend or care that he's not just hurting himself when he drinks - he's hurting his "loved ones" too. The past two months in terms of having my friend back were bliss; it was so comforting to be able to talk to him again.

Life in general: God, I've been sick. I'm feeling so horrible; yet, there are so many things that I *have* to get done. How do you get things done when you hurt too much to move most of the time? My gastroenterologist stated that I was essentially on the last two medications that he could think of to handle the post-cholestectomy syndrome (not to mention just dealing with IBS and severe acid reflux) - the medications made me horribly sick - I tried to take them for 3 days even though they made me feel so badly - I wanted them to work. There are more tests unfortunately in my future.

My best friend is trying to help me think more positively (ironic, huh?). It's so strange, because when I sit down to try to focus on one thing that I think I want to happen - these unexpected thoughts pop into my brain, and I can't get them to go away thus breaking my concentration. It's not just one thing; it's numerous things and not things that are attainable. I don't know what is going on with my brain lately.

Presidential Debate: I abhor when someone can't answer a question in even remotely straightforward manner. No matter which side you support, Obama just "out-performed." McCain had a set of statements that he wanted to make in order to try to garner certain votes; there were numerous times that I just wanted to scream at the tv for him to actually answer a question just once instead of alluding to some famous person he met or his years of military experience. Obama actually talked about what he *will* do in the future - that's what everyone needs to know right now. McCain sounded like he was out on the porch of an old folks' home telling stories about the war to anyone that will listen. My favorite point was about how if Americans are economically weak that we will not be respected by other nations - if America can't even protect its own citizens in terms of rising foreclosures, gas shortages and extortive pricing due to "speculation," and lack of health care, then how strong are we going to look as toward other nations? A country that can't protect its own citizens cannot protect itself against outside threads. I don't even drink, and I feel like I need one from watching it - the vice-presidential debate should be really entertaining (rolls eyes).

Switch Witch! My sweet Switch Witch sent me these yummy lip butters - chocolate, berry, candy - they are making my lips so soft, and they smell good enough to eat (hehe!) I've been doing fairly well as toward my Witchee - I've sent her first package, and it was well received and her second package is going to be so much fun that I want to keep the goodies for myself (grin). And, I already have the final package planned and more than half accumulated. Yay for me :)

I joined a Halloween card swap - I'm going to make my own cards - I made Halloween paintings for my family last year with collage and acrylic paint - so I'm going to repeat the process on a smaller scale - excited!

Fell in love with this scent this week:

Hellhound on my Trail:

… blues falling down like hail
And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail …

August 16th marks the day the Devil came to call on the King of the Delta Blues.

Bay rum, bourbon vanilla, galangal, hyssop, High John the Conqueror root, tobacco, life everlasting, and brimstone.

This smells so good on me! Like a dirty naughty vanilla that still needs a spanking to keep herself in check

I ordered this scent:

Lilith Victoria:

Snake Oil blended with Dorian, plus soft vanilla flower, lily of the valley, lavender, and fennel.

Based on the reviews, it's freaking gorgeous - a spicy vanilla tea scent - I need it now! (hee!) Patience has never been my strong point (grin)