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[Oct. 20th, 2011|12:04 am] |
Curses. It took me hours to bend this wretched box to my will! By now my book could be anywhere. Sisters! Answer me when I call you, confound it! We must find my book! Before that mangy Zachary Binx or any of those horrible children can have their way with it. Thy lives depend on it!
HAS ANYONE SEEN MY BOOK?! |
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[Jul. 19th, 2011|12:43 am] |
Ugh. I shouldn't love bad witch movies as much as I do. They give us such a... well, a bad name.
Take The Craft, for instance. We all loved that movie as little girls. Don't deny it! If you do we'll all know you're lying. Who doesn't love a movie based around a group of witches dressed like Catholic school girls running around casting spells on people and going dark side.
But that's just the thing! Magic does not automatically equal bad, people. If you're already a bad person, then yeah, maybe. But witches are not inherently bad, and we certainly don't all worship Satan. ... We also don't usually prance around in Catholic school girl outfits. Just, you know, for the record.
I rest my case. I also seem to be out of sage. Damnitt. One of these days I will tell my daughter her father is here. One of these days. |
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[May. 30th, 2011|02:58 am] |
Another full moon came and went last week, and I swear, some witches in their seventies have more stamina than us younger folk do. It's a crime! Or at least it should be. Never mind that I'm 20+ years away from seventy myself. ... Oh god.
All I know is a week has gone by and I still haven't recovered from one stinking all-nighter. But! Duty calls. That duty being that as the caretaker of some of you brats wonderful people, I feel the need to check in at least once a week or I start getting worry lines. Children? Be absolute dears and save me from all those wrinkles I don't yet need?
For the rest of you I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet, I'm Lucy Morgan, reincarnate of Frances Owens. Be careful there, our curses tend to stick. |
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