Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
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Monday

Administration
Hello to new readers cornfields and dinyel!

Medical
Taking brain drugs now. As for the rest of me... this is the second night in a row pain has kept me from sleep. And last night, I took Ambien! This is ungood.

Also ungood
I haven't been writing. Nyargh. *sigh*

Blogathon
Remember to sponsor me! I am currently at $35, thanks to Anonymous, solcita, and dinyel. I know I can do better than that. Remember, this is for RAINN!

Daily Science
Tons of stories for the price of one! Well, none, really. Although you can send me books or BPAL if you feel like paying me.

Yes. Anyway. The Synapse, a neuroscience carnival.

Daily BPAL
Harvest Moon update is up! And there's nothing else in the update. Frustrating! I wanted to be able to order more than one thing at once, so's to save on shipping, but Carnaval Diabolique has not landed. And I have no clue when it will. If I knew it wouldn't be up til August, I'd throw in a bottle of Chaos Theory, or Bengal, or Drink Me.


13: In our paean to all the mysteries surrounding this enigmatic number, there are thirteen lucky and unlucky components, including white chocolate, tangerine, currant, mandarin, white tea and iris.

In bottle: I'm getting chocolate, not white chocolate...

On me: Hm. There's tangerine. Yep. Plenty of tangerine. And mandarin. And tangerine.

Blech.

Blood Moon: The feral scent of the heat of the chase, deep woods, undulating musks, brushed by forest herbs, crushed grains, and touched by blood-dimmed lunar oils.

In bottle: Rich musky-spicy.

On me: There is something in Blood Moon that goes straight to the hindbrain, lusty and feral and... heat of the chase? Ohhh yes. Makes me want to *bite*. Not kiss, *bite*. Rrrow. Do not get into bed with me when I'm wearing this if you want gentle. Blood Moon = sex that leaves bruises.

Need more please!

Cracked Bell: A winter’s horror: smoke and stillness, faded incense and the metallic tang of blood.

In bottle: Sweet incense.

On me: Smells...clean. Ah, there's some incense and spice. It's not bloody. It's mild. It's nice, though.

Hm. Is it going soapy? I think it's going soapy.
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