Today has been a monumental pain thus far-- a literal pain in my back. I feel like I've been whacked with a 2x4 right below my shoulderblades, and I keeps getting stiffer as the day wears on. I'll bet it's due to improper shoveling technique.

But the thing that was the most frustrating? Skyler stayed last night, and he dropped me off at the bus stop on his way out. I had a steaming mug of coffee, and besides, the morning was sunny and relatively warm despite the eight inches or so of snow still on the ground. The roads were clear, though-- dry, except for thin, shallow puddles right at the very edges of the sidewalk.

The wait was only about five minutes or so, but in that five minutes, a speeding Gardener's truck veered dangerously close to the curb and splattered me head to toe in greyish slush. Slush that, I might add, was chock full of chemical salt. In short, I was completely doused by a salty Slurpee.

Yes, it got in my eyes, and it stung like mad. Yes, it got in my coffee. Yes, I was sopping wet and frozen solid for the better part of two hours. My jacket now needs a serious cleaning, as it is bespeckled by cheetah-esque spots. And I was standing five feet from the curb.

I pulled out a hand-mirror when I boarded the bus to check to see if my makeup was running down my face (and indeed, it was), only to find my hair and forehead were dotted with crusty rings of drying salt. As the day wears on, I keep finding more in the oddest places-- under my chin, behind my ears. Charming.

Assholes, man.

But tonight will be better. Once I am home, I'm going to take an indulgently long shower, throw on some warm and mismatched pajamas, and watch the latest episode of The L Word while sipping flowering tea. And I will chuckle evilly to myself about how that Gardiner's guy has to be up at 4:30am every morning.

So, there was a fairly sizeable BPAL update today. The strangest thing happened-- none of it absolutely jumped out at me. Several things picqued my interest, but I'm cautious about at least one note in each blend, which means that I'll likely wait for reviews. I suppose that's pretty good, though, considering I need to be a little more restrained with my finances for the time being, but still.

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And you know, while I'm all for gothic series, we've had a lot of them of late. I'm aching for something a little more Springlike, a little more shining and gossamer and fae. Maybe for Beltane.

However, the Chakra series is now live! I'm really tempted to dip into a decant group for imps of the full set, but I'd really like to do more research first to guage my own interest. BPAL's Ritual/Purpose oils are completely different from their perfumes, and I wouldn't want to buy a purpose oil simply due to its aromatic components. For instance, I was really interested in the Sephiroth series until I did some research, and that magical system just didn't resonate with me. But if there's one thing I have learned, it's that Beth is an incredibly learned master crafter, and her occult oils are as brilliant as they are potent.

Mars & Jupiter are both available for today, and I think I'll skip them as well. I remember that Jupiter smelled very nice, but I would never use it in ritual enough to warrant a 5ml bottle.

I need to cull my stash a little. I have too many bottles that are pretty, but not really me. The same with my imp packs. And I'm not going to buy anything that I'm not reasonably sure that I'll love for awhile. You can always sell off things that don't work for you, that's true, but I just don't have the same post office access that I used to. It makes me a little more cautious.

On the other hand, I found my Femaledictions oil stash yesterday. I need to get more Witchy Sweets, man. That stuff is orgasmic. Nobody does fall like sCara does fall.

I just saw a J-CUP breast prosthesis.

I wish I had my camera.

It was bigger than my head.

It was bigger than a 8-month old.

Oh. My. God.