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[Jun. 21st, 2007|04:53 pm] |
Because I was out shopping for Shabby Sheets and thus in the area anyway, I dropped by work and gave Scotty his four-leafed clover early (taped inside a gorgeous card with a beautifully ridiculous Leprechaun on it; he looks a bit like Scott's house midget, Nibbles O'Reilly). He (Scott, not Nibbles) loved the card and the clover, looked very touched, and gave me a big hug. I'm glad I was able to give him his present on such a lovely holiday. (Those of you who don't know S. don't know how friggin' desperately he needs some luck - I wouldn't be surprised if he was visited by plagues, like Job - and he is very Irish, so it was a more meaningful present than it might seem to the uninitiated.)
Since I found two four-leafed clovers yesterday (that spell really worked - I found them both almost immediately!), I gave the other one to Tod. He could always use a spare bit of luck, although he really is much luckier than he thinks he is - not in the Job/plagues category at all. Of course he's lucky; he has me, after all! (Shush, Peanut Gallery!)
Got more sun today than I probably should have; I'm so obscenely white that I spent a mere hour and a half in the sun, and now my skin feels all tight and weird. Gonna go for a walk now with the Mum...
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[Jun. 20th, 2007|10:21 pm] |
I just did a very nice thing for Scotty McGee, with the aid of a very tiny and hopefully Catholic-friendly spell (although he won't know anything about his surprise until the weekend). Now, hopefully, his luck will finally change...!
In other news, I just transported about ten very confused lightning bugs from Tod's yard to my garden, with the expert catching assistance of Tod and Joe. Hopefully the little buggers will realize how nice it is here and procreate and flourish. I adore lightning bugs.
Before the Great Lightning Bug Caper, my day with Tod was absolutely wonderful, even by our standards; we made and ate our own pizzas, watched "Red Dwarf" and "Stargate SG-1", played pool, canoodled more than most newlyweds do, took the cat for a walk, and just generally had a wonderful time. Every man I've ever dated or slept with was just practice for this relationship; I have never been so happy.
I hope everyone reading this feels the way I do on this magical summer night - love (and luck!) to all of you!
P.S. ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) patcheye and always_bawling: ya coming to the booze cruise er not? It's next Thurs., and you KNOW it's going to be ridiculously, obscenely fun...! |
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[Apr. 28th, 2006|12:33 pm] |
I can't tell you all how much I needed this Spring to arrive and, consequently, for my entire world to be new again. Let's review, shall we?:
* New job: No arbitrary firings! Supervisors who really stand up for me, and tell when I'm doing a good job! Benefits already! Paid sick days soon! Fabulous lesbian co-workers! In short...
...in your face, æ, in your motherfucking face!!!
* New start to our relationship. God, I love this guy. He is constantly surprising me, he's too much fun, and he's cute as hell. ;-D
* New green things and buds and flowers! I spent two hours weeding/clearing today; I do some of my best thinking when I'm gardening. Either that, or I totally lose myself in it - sometimes it can be very Zen. I think that yesterday was my real May Day celebration...who needs a pole? (Wait, don't answer that.)
* Newly re-decorated attic (still in progress) - it no longer looks like a Victorian opium den inside of a forest. It's much lighter and airier; the effect is very restful and harmonious.
* New lease on spirituality - I seem to be leaning towards my inner "good witch" now. You know - wanting everybody to be happy, etc.? (Oh, don't worry; I'm sure I'll be over it once Autumn comes).
* New diet - it is called "The Carrot of Hope", and it is extremely simple. I try to fill up said Carrot until it is nice and orange by losing lbs. (right now it is like a sickly Parsnip, but I've just started; I'll put an updated version online when I damn well feel like it). I must strive to be good enough for my Carrot!
(I know, I'm insane. Shut it.) |
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[Apr. 3rd, 2006|09:09 pm] |
I just did an unofficial "witchy stuff inventory" of my attic rooms (and, honestly, I defy you to get more gothic than casting solitary spells in a damn attic!). Therein, I discovered that I have over 35 candles in the main room alone (lord knows how many are in the storage room that I've got curtained off, or in the crawlspace). There are also 1 1/2 Books of Shadows, hand-calligraphed (with varying degrees of competence) by me. And a bunch of other paraphernalia I'd forgotten about - four four-footed, fuzzy familiars; my athame; books; crystals galore; dried, powdered blood; various oils; dried rose petals, lavender, & sage; etc.
Maybe it's time for me to start studying again; Spring is here, and that's reason enough. And now that I'm not seeing anybody, and law school is over a year away, I have more than enough time on my hands... |
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[Feb. 16th, 2006|09:09 pm] |
I feel dangerous and beautiful today. |
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[Jan. 25th, 2006|07:08 pm] |
Common sense has reasserted itself and I am no longer garfunkeling about the events described in the previous entry. Thankfully, I have realized that this most probably was not due to the unwelcome intrusion of some element of the mystical into my life, but actually attributable to the fact that my period of unemployment was a singularly stress-free time, and that frequently I simply had a lot of unused adrenaline that had no other way to manifest itself! I didn't have superpowers; I was bored. (Hey, you say potato...)
Frankly, it's a relief; clearly, I am the most prosaic, least mystical witch you will ever meet. Why else do you think I almost never do spells, etc.? - it ain't just cause I'm lazy! In fact, I'll bet my Puritan ancestors wouldn't even have had me hanged; they'd probably have just let me off with a stern warning or something.
*insert your choice of segue here*
Work is getting much less exhausting. Our trainer seems rather bemused by Adam's and my (and, to a lesser extent, Cassie's) twisted sense of humor, but she is mostly kind and patient. Haven't seen Nik or Tex much, but Timbo is there pretty much every day, and his presence is comforting when things seem a little too alien. Oh, and our benefits kick in February 1st, even though we we only started on the 23rd; is that unreal, or what?!?
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Here's what I like: In Charleston, in the really seedy part of King Street, there is (or was) a clothing store called "Super Bad: King of Fashion". I never went in there or anything, because it was pretty dangerous on that end (King Street is loooooooooong; as I recall, from end to end it runs the gamut from crack dens to head shops to antique stores to clothing and jewelry for millionaires). Anyway, just thinking about "Super Bad: King of Fashion" and the probable attire of its patrons still makes me smile.
Here's what I hate: squash. |
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[Jan. 8th, 2006|04:57 pm] |
I had a very clear dream last night that more or less told me that I needed to do a spell. Well, yes ma'am! It told me which herbs and stones to use and everything. Might have been nice if it'd told me what it was for, but I suppose I'll figure that part out. I never ignore my dreams when they tell me I should do something. I may have stupid pseudo-premonitions that fucking never come true, but my dreams are always highly dependable and frequently informative. Wish there was something like a head-cleaner for premonitions, though; those would be incredibly helpful, if they actually worked.
Just managed to sort of install our new TV and DVD/VCR, which I suppose means that now we have to start locking our doors. But am I supposed to have 3 remote controls but only one of them that can work the volume? Is that what "MONO+SAP" means? And what the hell kind of cables am I supposed to get (A.S.A.P.) so the DVD/VCR can communicate with the TV? And what is LCD? Is my LCD M.I.A.? I feel like I've taken lots of LSD.
I cannot believe that that insipid Star Jones-Reynolds feels perfectly entitled to give people advice now that she no longer looks like an overinflated basketball. She and her husband are merely parasitic, materialistic media whores, for the love of Jimmy Choo! And the title of her book is Shine; maybe I'm reading too much into this, but it seems like hubris to name your autobiography the same title as an Oscar-winning film about a genius just because your name is "Star". Twit.
*happy sigh*
I am so relieved about the resignation of Tom Delay, the public stoning of Jack Abramoff, et. al. As Divine once said, "It's the times, Wilbur; they're a-changin' [...] Fetch me my diet pills, would you, hon?" |
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[Dec. 1st, 2005|11:44 pm] |
I'm not quite sure why, but I try to avoid using my (very) little magics in everyday life; I can generally get by without them, and it makes me feel kind of...irreverent, or ungrateful...to just drag them out whenever I need help with something small (frankly, I'm not sure that I'd even be able to do that). Besides, I know several pagans, Druids, Wiccans, etc., who exude "witchier than thou" from every pore, and they clearly possess all the magical ability of Tupperware; they're unhappy/unsuccessful in many areas of their life and all the posing in the world hasn't changed that one iota. (Not referring to any of you "Friends-pagers", obviously.)
That said, I can say with all honesty that I have seen magic done, and done properly, with rather astonishing results. And very occasionally, I surprise myself by the efficacy of the little magic that I can do. I am not a particularly spiritual person, and I have no reason to delude myself into believing that I have "powers" just to make me feel all special inside; trust me, my ego is already perilously inflated as it is. Really, ask anyone! But certain things just work, and you don't necessarily need to believe in particular gods or goddesses for it to happen. However, I've noticed that invoking one or two particular problem-specific dieties in the process of a spell can serve to further focus your energy toward the goal that you're trying to achieve. (Needless to say, that's just my interpretation. If you're convinced that you have a personal, one-on-one relationship with Odin, that's your hang-up.)
So, from a humble (*snort*) kitchen witch to everyone who reads this: please try to respect our beliefs, even if you think they're flaky. I know they sound a little farfetched sometimes, but...believing that a married virgin gave birth to a child who could bring people back from the dead? Or that if you use some very special stones, you can read the writing on sacred golden plates inside a hat? Or that evil Lord Xenu infested us all with alien thetans 70 million years ago? If you really think about it objectively, a little harmless nature worship seems pretty rational. (Also, while I'm expounding: "pagan" is not synonymous with "Wiccan"! Wiccans are nicer than I am.)
End of lecture; class dismissed! And make sure you bring those athames with you for next time, people! I don't want to have to call your pantheons... |
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