" You Know That I'm No Good"

Ever since I got that Amy Winehouse cd a little while ago, I am constantly listening to her. And the same songs over and over. Its very unusual for me not to get desensitized to a song or an artist, but this time it is just different. Rehab and You Know I'm No Good. And Me ane Mr. Jones, and Back to Black. I hear them when I'm sleeping, I hear them all day long in my head. They are just there all the time. When we go out, I play her on the jukebox, then put the cd in when I get in the car to come home. I know there is at least one person out there, that wonders what I sound like singing now - well, just listen to Rehab or You Know I'm No Good. Sounding like her more all the time. What she sings is who I am.

My hair is jet black also. Been that way for awhile. I'm getting used to it. Down to the small of my back, layered, and jet black. No beehive yet. Got the tatts though.

Tongue piercing is healing nicely, no more swelling or pain. Eating normal. And it is so hot. I love it.

I am going to visit Nikki from Feb. 1st to the 3rd, I am so excited. It is Imbolc, a major Sabbat in my religion. It is a traditional time for initiations, and that is what we are going to do. Not really an official "initiation", because that apparently has to be done through a coven, and I don't necessarily want to become part of one yet, but a "dedication" where you dedicate yourself to your chosen path. Nikki and I have been bestest of best friends since 8th grade, for 24 years, and we both arrived at the same place, after starting out at the same place and then living two very differnt lives. But came to the same "home place" separtately from each other. We are going to do a "dedication" ritual/ceremony with each other. Pledge and commit ourselves to our new life beliefs, our new beliefs system. Officially become witches. I'm actually flying up to Portland - actually getting on a plane, which I'm terrified to do, but thats what bourbon is for, right? Gonna get on the plane, get there Friday the 1st, and leave Sunday the 3rd, the day in between - Saturday - being Imbolc. We live so far apart, but time is so relative with me and her. It doesn't have the same dimesions. And this is someone I better stay on the good side of - you know too much about me Honey. Kidding, you do - but that is not why. I'm so excited. I bought the plane tickets last night. Its a done deal.

I have a new friend. Last week, Sydney and Lyndsey and their friend Danielle who lives in the neighborhood, were walking around by Danielle's house. They were in the alley, heard some noise coming from a trash dumpster, looked inside, and found a plastic garbage bag tied shut (apparenlty not very well), and found a little 7 - 8 week old puppy inside. They rescued him, kept him a secret all night, then showed him to me the next day, thinking Royce and I would be furious. I fell in love. He is so cute. He is sitting on my lap right now. I named his Shiloh- and he is MINE. He has blue eyes like a Siberian Huskey, markings like a german shepherd, and eyes and ears like a lab. I will have to post pictures. He is so cute. People are assholes. I wish I could put that motherfucker in a plastic bag, tie it shut, bind his arms and legs, and abandon him in a dumpster. Letting him suffocate. Slowly. What a fucking asshole. I hate people. Talk about bad Karma. Just wait, dude. Its coming. In the mean time, I have a new best friend. Sorry Nikki - JK. (He's licking my arm as I type).

Blessed Be.