Get your own freaking broom ....

I feel good.  Who knew that I would?  I feel nice, like sugar and spice.

But, that doesn't mean I'm not tempted to throw this piece of crap computer mouse against the wall.  And, it doesn't mean that I am pleased to be at someone's beck and call.  Nor, does it mean that I'm happy to have a follower who isn't really interested in my drivel.  Not that I blame them, I totally understand the lack of interest.  Just because, I like your writing, doesn't mean you have to like mine.  Nor, am I happy to have a blog stalker.  Oh well, a welcome mat to the world has it's drawbacks.

I'm behaving uber sweetly today, which is so unusual, that I actually frightened myself.  Ergo, the dreaded dredge of nastiness.  I wouldn't know who I was, if I didn't give voice to the underlings.  These really are the coffee grounds of angst.  I had to sweep under the crypt just to find them.  Uh huh ... I'm dead serious ... uh huh ... yeah that's right I seriously made them up.  What's it to ya?

TA DA!!!!!  October is in the house!!!  

Happy Friday to you all, even to the one whom I wish wasn't  here!!!  You know who you are.  I mean that sincerely and in the most scary way.   Buhaha ha ha ha hah. 

Much love, 

from the Wicked Witch of the South.

No, you cannot have a ride on my broom stick!

Oiy!  Someone took me seriously and left.  Hopefully it was the blog stalker!

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