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12 July 2015 @ 04:22 pm
our downstairs neighbor just assumes we're kinky  
you can always tell when i've stalled until the eleventh hour on a handicrafts project for witch group because i can be heard all through the neighborhood shouting PERFECTIONISM IS MURDER, LLOYD, over and over as i accidentally singe myself yet again with the glue gun.
mood: ow
music: layne redmond
selva oscuraanonymousblack on July 14th, 2015 02:48 am (UTC)
seriously! i've been thinking about it and am currently considering starting up a neighborhood bottle cap collection.

one of the witches in my group has a room with a sun light where she keeps plants and bones and trippy colored lights (i mean, nobody has more trippy colored lights than me. i'm not threatened by this. i'm not threatened by this at all. i have more trippy lights than anyone except maybe a trippy light store or my niece.) i refer to it as "the grotto of shamanic entrainment" and i think every altered state freak should have access to one. so really, this would be a PUBLIC SERVICE.