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Dec. 11th, 2016 08:59 am One neat thing that has happened lately, though?
There's a little shop in Huntersville, which is rich people territory and a land that I never tread else they smell my trailer park stink, that caters to the Wiccan, witchy, new age crowd. I myself am not Wiccan, though I find I get along very well with those people. I do enjoy the incense and the frank, welcoming vibe in this wee shop, though. The first time I visited, the owner was on the phone, waved me in, and continued her business conversation on the phone, which included a lot of "Well, that cocksucker can go fuck himself because I already told him!" and things like that. I knew I had found a kindred spirit. I go a lot to purchase their dried herbs and oils, especially since I've not been able to grow and gather my own this year. The only thing I've been able to harvest is my Thundermint, and that's only because mint grows no matter what you do to it. I've not been able to do my usual rosemary, lavender, chives, anything. So it's nice to have a source for the things I use in my teas and bath blends.
So they offer classes on witchcraft and the like, and while I don't practice anything like that, I do think it's interesting. I like the herbalism side of that sort of thing, so I decided to attend one of their beginner's courses. There were...fuck, I don't know, 25 people crammed in the art gallery of this shop, and they were all SO eager to learn. It was obvious that many of them had been to the classes before, and they were still excited to be there.
The owner had everyone do a short intro for the class, name and place of birth only, and out of those 25 or so people, only 3, myself included, were from NC. One was from Paris, another from Columbia, and the rest were from VA, KY, NY, and MA. It was a wildly different group of people than what I'm used to being around lately. Seriously, with all of the family problems and inability to travel right now, I am surrounded by people that never leave this damn county. It's maddening.
So it was nice to see a bunch of like-minded folks in the same space, sharing common interests, with no talk of politics or deporting people. (I am still bitter and very, very angry about the election, by the way, and it is shoved down my throat daily. I love NC, but the people here suck so much ass sometimes.)
The owner started cussing as soon as we were all seated, made at least 5 dick jokes during the course of the lesson, and still managed to teach a lot of shit. It was obvious that the people there had at least a basic knowledge of what she was teaching, but little ol' ignorant me was clueless. I learned a lot, though, and was thrilled when she discussed plants and their healing/harmful properties. My little red pen was taking notes like a mutha.
It was a good night. I had to leave a little early to go to work, but it was totally worth it.
There's a little shop in Huntersville, which is rich people territory and a land that I never tread else they smell my trailer park stink, that caters to the Wiccan, witchy, new age crowd. I myself am not Wiccan, though I find I get along very well with those people. I do enjoy the incense and the frank, welcoming vibe in this wee shop, though. The first time I visited, the owner was on the phone, waved me in, and continued her business conversation on the phone, which included a lot of "Well, that cocksucker can go fuck himself because I already told him!" and things like that. I knew I had found a kindred spirit. I go a lot to purchase their dried herbs and oils, especially since I've not been able to grow and gather my own this year. The only thing I've been able to harvest is my Thundermint, and that's only because mint grows no matter what you do to it. I've not been able to do my usual rosemary, lavender, chives, anything. So it's nice to have a source for the things I use in my teas and bath blends.
So they offer classes on witchcraft and the like, and while I don't practice anything like that, I do think it's interesting. I like the herbalism side of that sort of thing, so I decided to attend one of their beginner's courses. There were...fuck, I don't know, 25 people crammed in the art gallery of this shop, and they were all SO eager to learn. It was obvious that many of them had been to the classes before, and they were still excited to be there.
The owner had everyone do a short intro for the class, name and place of birth only, and out of those 25 or so people, only 3, myself included, were from NC. One was from Paris, another from Columbia, and the rest were from VA, KY, NY, and MA. It was a wildly different group of people than what I'm used to being around lately. Seriously, with all of the family problems and inability to travel right now, I am surrounded by people that never leave this damn county. It's maddening.
So it was nice to see a bunch of like-minded folks in the same space, sharing common interests, with no talk of politics or deporting people. (I am still bitter and very, very angry about the election, by the way, and it is shoved down my throat daily. I love NC, but the people here suck so much ass sometimes.)
The owner started cussing as soon as we were all seated, made at least 5 dick jokes during the course of the lesson, and still managed to teach a lot of shit. It was obvious that the people there had at least a basic knowledge of what she was teaching, but little ol' ignorant me was clueless. I learned a lot, though, and was thrilled when she discussed plants and their healing/harmful properties. My little red pen was taking notes like a mutha.
It was a good night. I had to leave a little early to go to work, but it was totally worth it.
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Dec. 11th, 2016 08:52 am So this is the thing that livejournal used to be?
Do people still use this? I never did, as LJ was my preferred blogging site, and would still be so, had things not changed so much, both with my life and the formatting.
I miss the comments and interaction that good ol' LJ provided. Tumblr is fun and all, but I don't care for the endless scrolling. I like things in chunks rather than a slow, steady stream, and I like being able to sort through those chunks to find shit that interests me.
So I'll give this a trial run, see how it goes. Maybe it will give me the outlet that LJ once did. The set-up is like old school LJ, and that pleases me, but if this is a dead site like that one, then I guess I'll just go with the flow, no matter that the flow is terrible and not what I enjoy.
Do people still use this? I never did, as LJ was my preferred blogging site, and would still be so, had things not changed so much, both with my life and the formatting.
I miss the comments and interaction that good ol' LJ provided. Tumblr is fun and all, but I don't care for the endless scrolling. I like things in chunks rather than a slow, steady stream, and I like being able to sort through those chunks to find shit that interests me.
So I'll give this a trial run, see how it goes. Maybe it will give me the outlet that LJ once did. The set-up is like old school LJ, and that pleases me, but if this is a dead site like that one, then I guess I'll just go with the flow, no matter that the flow is terrible and not what I enjoy.
Scrub that muck off at once, Hubert Cumberdale. I'll have no dirty immigrants in my house.
Yes, yes. Late to the party, as usual when it comes to things everyone has already seen, but fuck you. It's new to me, ya cock-badgers. It's been weird video night for me and I can't stop watching this bastard. Good times, though now I'm starting to question my sanity. What the bloody HELL is wrong with me that I'm so into this...whatever it is?!
Yes, yes. Late to the party, as usual when it comes to things everyone has already seen, but fuck you. It's new to me, ya cock-badgers. It's been weird video night for me and I can't stop watching this bastard. Good times, though now I'm starting to question my sanity. What the bloody HELL is wrong with me that I'm so into this...whatever it is?!
So I'm running extremely late today.
Boys and girls, if Amanda says she's late, then she's effin' late. Like, an hour and a half late for work, which is much different than my usual thirty minutes late. There exists a peculiarity in the fabric of time that means I am thirty minutes late to everything. That's simply a Sissy-ism. But an hour and a half late is just late, like what you normal people experience.
Anyhoo! So I'm late. I'm eating protein bars while I chug a Coke, which tastes just as good as it sounds, and breaking at least six traffic laws to get to work.
Did you know that protein bars are kind of like lembas bread? You're only supposed to eat one, but I was starving, so I ate like, three.
Yeah....
So that means that I run to the bathroom when I get to work, but whether it was to puke or not, I'm not sure. I just felt like it was better to be safe than sorry and hey. At least the shit-room is quiet.
Usually.
So I'm in this state of serious reflection, contemplating the complexity of life and existence, considering the mechanics of world affairs (which means that I'm having this mental Celebrity Deathmatch between Megan Fox and Angelina Jolie, but they're in a tub filled with green jello and Megan Fox had lasers in her eyes) when these kids bust in and fuck up my meditation.
All three of them pound on my stall door, which irritates me because I consider this holy time. They must not be bilingual because "Ocupada" didn't translate, but "Shove off, fuckers." did. Go figure.
Anyway! I'm not about to rush (holy time, remember) so they start fighting amongst themselves over who gets the other stall. It became this prepubescent shoving match, with the one I had named Fucker #1 emerging the victor.
Fucker #1 does her thing, as does Fucker #2, but Fucker #3? I think she forgot she had to piss because she was so wrapped up in singing "Crazy" by Aerosmith. What kid knows that song?! I'm singing along by this point because that's one of my favorite songs, but I think it freaked the kids out because they bolted (without washing their hands, mind you) and they left me to finish it all on my own. So much for appreciating good music, right?
And now Debbie is handing me a cup of coffee and telling me about this tiny woman in room 13 that has no teeth but wants to tell her a joke.
So that's my morning so far.
Boys and girls, if Amanda says she's late, then she's effin' late. Like, an hour and a half late for work, which is much different than my usual thirty minutes late. There exists a peculiarity in the fabric of time that means I am thirty minutes late to everything. That's simply a Sissy-ism. But an hour and a half late is just late, like what you normal people experience.
Anyhoo! So I'm late. I'm eating protein bars while I chug a Coke, which tastes just as good as it sounds, and breaking at least six traffic laws to get to work.
Did you know that protein bars are kind of like lembas bread? You're only supposed to eat one, but I was starving, so I ate like, three.
Yeah....
So that means that I run to the bathroom when I get to work, but whether it was to puke or not, I'm not sure. I just felt like it was better to be safe than sorry and hey. At least the shit-room is quiet.
Usually.
So I'm in this state of serious reflection, contemplating the complexity of life and existence, considering the mechanics of world affairs (which means that I'm having this mental Celebrity Deathmatch between Megan Fox and Angelina Jolie, but they're in a tub filled with green jello and Megan Fox had lasers in her eyes) when these kids bust in and fuck up my meditation.
All three of them pound on my stall door, which irritates me because I consider this holy time. They must not be bilingual because "Ocupada" didn't translate, but "Shove off, fuckers." did. Go figure.
Anyway! I'm not about to rush (holy time, remember) so they start fighting amongst themselves over who gets the other stall. It became this prepubescent shoving match, with the one I had named Fucker #1 emerging the victor.
Fucker #1 does her thing, as does Fucker #2, but Fucker #3? I think she forgot she had to piss because she was so wrapped up in singing "Crazy" by Aerosmith. What kid knows that song?! I'm singing along by this point because that's one of my favorite songs, but I think it freaked the kids out because they bolted (without washing their hands, mind you) and they left me to finish it all on my own. So much for appreciating good music, right?
And now Debbie is handing me a cup of coffee and telling me about this tiny woman in room 13 that has no teeth but wants to tell her a joke.
So that's my morning so far.
www.ambitweb.com/interest/jhandy.html
"I think a good product would be "Baby Duck Hat." It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them. Then all of the sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla. Man those ducks really take off! Also Baby Duck Hat is good for parties."
I mean, what else can you say? Brilliance. I had to share my discovery with the world.
"I think a good product would be "Baby Duck Hat." It's a fake baby duck, which you strap on top of your head. Then you go swimming underwater until you find a mommy duck and her babies, and you join them. Then all of the sudden, you stand up out of the water and roar like Godzilla. Man those ducks really take off! Also Baby Duck Hat is good for parties."
I mean, what else can you say? Brilliance. I had to share my discovery with the world.
So! Backup
Apr. 7th, 2011 12:56 pmI forgot that I even had this dreamwidth thing, since it's essentially the same as livejournal and I've had that account longer, but livejournal is irritating me lately. Eh, just figured I'd do the crossposting thing since lj is eating entries, when it actually lets me on the site to post anything. So I suppose I just wanted to say hi to everyone on my lj list and let you know that I'll do the crossposting thing now. So, if you want more of me (and let's be honest, who wouldn't, right?), now you have two options! So that's two times the Sissy, thus two times the Amanda, thus a threesome with two hot blondes! It's simple math, folks!
Now I've actually got to mess around with this site and figure out why it's different from lj. Let's tinker a bit.
Oh yeah. Same name on dreamwidth, if you're interested. There is only one SissyHIYAH, motherfuckers.
Now I've actually got to mess around with this site and figure out why it's different from lj. Let's tinker a bit.
Oh yeah. Same name on dreamwidth, if you're interested. There is only one SissyHIYAH, motherfuckers.
