But it's ok.

I'm going to get a bath, dye my hair, paint my nails, goth up, find my cloves, find my vanilla cigarettes, find my mismatched bondage gear, pack my purse, pack my OTHER purse...

...oh, and summon a demon.

Had I mentioned that part?

Yeah.

Err.

See, there was this thing I did when I was younger, and... well... it kinda worked, and was kinda disturbing... not exactly a religion and certainly not a cult, not quite a lifestyle, and I don't think you could call it... err... well, anything specific...

...but... nifty.

Serious nifty.

'Cause I was given a link to something that, for lack of any better ways of describing it, I'll fall back on my mom's terminology and call it a demon. Then again, she's called ME a demon too, so.

Anyway.

I'm going to be tracking down some herbs I don't have, clearing a bit of time if I can on Sunday. Whatever. I suddenly feel like an airheaded Pagan Goth Chik(tm) but... well...

...see...

...this stuff WORKS.

And since Snowtygrrr seems to have disappeared off the face of the earth again, and since I'm still wanting to jump off SOME sort of cliff, this'll be it.

Hi, I'm Jax, and I'm officially Dabbling again. *shrugs* It'll give me something to do in the wee hours of the morning instead of torturing innocents or trying to burn down the forest across the street, neh? And it'll keep me out of the clutches of various people whose clutches I KNOW I shouldn't be in.

*slight smile* Yes, there are still arms/wings around me... sorry about that, I'm just still feeling... oddly edge-of-my-seat-ish. Like I'm waiting for The Other Shoe to drop, but I've no idea what other shoe, or what the first one was, or anything. Yep, that's me, the Paranoid Girl.

Anyway... where was I? Oh, yeah. Brewing tea, about to take a bath. Maybe do some cleansing while I'm there, it worked out so NICELY last time.

Heh... actually, I bet this tea would mix well with vodka.