Last night, I received my fragrance samples from Goth Rosary. I like to support women-owned small business whenever I can, particularly cruelty-free business, and Goth Rosary is both. Anti-Sally offers SLS-free hair products (shampoo & conditioner), solid perfumes, candles, mists, and lotions, as well as Gothic-themed handmade rosaries and lots of fun tee-shirts and novelties (a Shroud of Turin handtowel!). Turnaround time for the fifteen fragrance-sample strips was less than a week. Anti-Sally tossed in a little treat, as well as a personalized 'thank you for ordering' note.

( The scents!Collapse )

I tried to take a soothing bath this afternoon. I used Fantasy Bath's Desert Rose bath bomb, and while lighter than the other fragrances, the sandalwood rose was nice. It turned the bathwater a milky rose quartz color. I did like The Wild Rose better, but this was certainly not bad. I do have to make another Fantasy Bath order, though. I'm down to my last three bath bombs. Woe! Anyway, I said that I *tried* to take a bath. The bird would absolutely not allow me to relax-- she screamed her goddamn head off from the moment I turned on the water. Just to illustrate how loud she is-- I closed the door to her room, I closed the door to the bathroom, I ran water, plugged my ears, and sank under it, and I could still hear her. She was having a total shitfit, and she didn't let up until I gave up after twenty minutes and got out. She was giving me a total headache, and I just couldn't relax with her shrilling. The next time I try to take a bath, I'm going to overload her with pudding first so she'll be too glutted to scream. Bitch.

Repeatedly talk about "smacking bitches who just don't understand."

Make more increasingly violent misogynistic comments. Justify your smacking of bitches.

Follow me after I walk away from you three times.

Repeat until it escalates.

Yeah, I went to a party at my friend Chris's tonight, a crab feast. After the crabs were picked the twenty of us splintered into several smaller groups all over the house. One drunk guy repeatedly harrassed Ariel and I, even when we were adamant that a) we were not interested in anything that he had to say further, and that b) he needed to leave us alone. Period. And I have to say-- normally, I can have a pretty sarcastic sense of humor, but tonight, that wasn't the case. Nothing that she or I said at any point could have been taken as a threat-- either directly or indirectly. When he started to be beligerent, we gave each other the look and just walked away. Several times. You just don't provoke a drunk guy you don't know-- it's a completely stupid risk. At any rate, neither of us minced words, and yet he still followed us. I think it was because it was clear that he was getting into neither one of our pants, and so his drunk brain said intimidation was the way to go.

None of the men around us were at all the confrontational types beyond a few half-hearted "hey, hey-- calm down buddy"s, and so when it was clear that the guy would not be getting kicked out, Ariel and I left. I'm the type who gets quietly violent-- I do not make idle threats,-- while Ariel has a tendency to get more vocally violent-- raising her voice and making it clear that he needed to step off. It was reaching breaking point-- the tension was that thick. I knew that if he took one more step closer, my reaction would likely have been a violent one. So we left. I completely did not feel like dealing with cops. I think that was the wisest way to go.

We got back to my place and I made a big pot of chamomile tea while we both let the adrenaline settle. There's no doubt in my mind that if we'd stayed, a fight would have broken out. You can only cross my barriers so many times. You can't talk about how you "smack bitches" while getting inside my personal bubble without me physically backing you off. It's pretty simple.

Anyway, I'm calmed down. It took a little bit, though. I just don't understand people.