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Friday evening found Joanna, Amanda, and I at the bar. Yes, again.

It was Amanda's last day of working with us and we needed to hold a wake. This involved copious amounts of whiskey sours for me (and damned if that particular bar doesn't skimp on the motherfucking cherries) and even more Jack-and-diet-Cokes for Amanda and Joanna.

There was an awful amount of singing going on between the three of us and the Engineer seemed a bit rankled by having us in his car for the ride home. Especially when we spilled into WaWa for fountain sodas. Drunk singing in a convenience store in the middle of the night when there are police around does not make for a happy Engineer. The cop ignored us, thankfully. Probably realized that the Engineer couldn't possibly be intoxicated while around three obnoxiously drunk women.

I'm going to sell you on eBay.
Under what heading? "Drunk Bitches! Low Reserve!"

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This is a BPAL-fueled rant. If you don't know what I'm talking about, feel free to ignore me.

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Good goddamn, ya'll! All I want is a freaking bottle or imp of White Light to add to my working oils box*. Straight out sale! None of this silent auction through email crap. >:O

Pee Ess:
If I had also been able to fork out the money for that bottle of discontinued Juju, I would be the Queen of Spain. All of you twitchers would have bowed before my eBay-fu. hrmph.


* footnote:
This is a special project I've been working on for many moons. I'm gathering as many of the voodoo/TAL oils as I possibly can, so that I may have my own little pharmacy of boospookiness.