I'm feeling the urge to make a clean slate of a life. Getting rid of the rest of my bpal imps.

They are:

Blood Countess, Tintagel, Wicked, Love Me, Croquet, The Rose, Titania, Megaera x2, La Bella Donna Della Mia Mente, Dragon's Hide, Leanan Sidhe, Opium Poppy, Egle x2, Jezirat al Tennyn, Paris, Thanatopsis, Port-au-Prince, Old Scratch, The Mock Turtle's Lessons, Hunger, Le Fleur des Mal, Drink Me, Czernabog, Dragon's Heart, King of Hearts, Baron Samedi, Drink Me, Tiger Lily, Al-Shairan, Kabuki, Les Infortunes de la Vertu, Peitho, Antique Lace, Tiger Lily, Desire, The Sea Foams Milk, Zombi, Alice, Iambe, Nyx, Smokestack, Lady McBeth, Hymn, Osun, and Kuang Shi.

I'll throw in a bottle of something, and Nocture Alchemy imp of something licorice tea (shiny label, can't read it.)

Most labels are perfect, some are curled from the ammo box, but it's a small percentage.

47 total imps (+ any others I find), $30.

Email me at artgirl@gmail.com if you want them. I'll paypal you.

So last night, during the last five hours of my nineteen hour (!!!) "nap" (allergies whooped my butt; I was unconscious a *lot*, obviously.), I had this weird dream that keeps coming back to me.

I don't remember the circumstances, but I was moving out of a building in some metropolitan area (might have been NYC, but I don't think so), and the guy upstairs was showing me his apartment in case I wanted it instead. (It was really cheap. Like $400/mo cheap.) It was three levels of industrial building -- wood floors, brick walls, huge and high ceilings. Wooden shallow staircases from one level to the next, and a garden out on the fire escape (which was also huge).

The very bottom level had a painted floor that you could only see from the stairs, the very uppermost level had the studio and the kitchen (most of the levels were all one room, or close to it). And it was swelteringly hot -- like melt-your-face hot, with no air conditioning or breeze.

I woke up sweating. It's hot in here, too. (AC isn't working again for the fourth year in a row, despite my husband's insistence that it works. It never worked. Ever. Brief stints here and there, but last year, there weren't even those. Just heat. Fans. Sweat. Inability to have the windows open due to mosquitos. That kind of thing.)

Anyway...

I have too much to do to fly away, but tonight, I want to fly away. Or, more accurately, drive away. It's late enough now that I kind of want to go back to Seattle for a bit. I have unfinished business there, I think. And since I'll be in NC for six weeks soon, it'd be easier to go now than then.

But first, there's work to do.

Over the past two days, I've been testing every. blessed. bottle. of perfume on my wall o' sniffage. Culling out what doesn't work or doesn't fit with the image I'm trying to convey to the world. (Yeah, yeah. Ahem.)

I was trying to cut down what I had by at *least* half, since moving four hundred bottles of perfume would be tedious at best, and a dangerous proposition at worst.

Here's the resulting sale list:
http://www.evernote.com/pub/missviolet/public/

It's *crazy* huge. And I'd still like to go through one more time, since things do change on my skin from time to time.

Earlier this year, it was books; last year it was yarn/stuff; now it's the perfume.

Maybe soon(ish), I'll finally be down to just what I need.

(pshyeah, right.)

I've got Play 1 - 4, and Art & Life #9 and #10.

Want 'em?

$20.

email me at artgirlATgmailDOTcom

Just not posting here.

Primarily, it's because I'm posting here instead.

But also because that whole "LJ is going away!" thing put The Fear in me, and I'm all freaked out about not having control over when my words go away.

I still might use this one days when I need to friendslock something, but really, it's all there now.

In other news, all's well.

Ahem.

Lots of deadlines last week and this week. I've been nigh-insane with the running and such.

Did pick up a MacBook, finally, since the iBook was asking for death after being pushed far beyond its capacity. Its name is Fizzgig. :)

Also -- I've got more BPAL imps if you want 'em. Fifteen for fifteen bucks, including shipping.

Wolfsbane, Himerus, Lust, Dance of Death, Forbidden Fruit, Has No Hanna, BOrdello, Eve, Hymn To Proserpine, Libertine, Grog, Fenris Wolf, Wanton, The Lion, and Caliban. Most of them haven't even been opened (I have most of them, either in bottle or in imp, already.) so they're *really* lab-fresh.

Email me if you want 'em. artgirlATgmailDAWTcom. all gone. :)

Off to play with wikis and CSS.

If my eyeballs start bleeding, that's why. :D

With a new office in progress and heaploads of focus all of a sudden.

No idea why, either. I'm okay with that.

Anyway -- I had this idea. (*waits for Minnie to stop cringing*)

I'm thinking about doing a series of mixed-media artist scents, each bearing the name of and the image from one of the artists.

Interested? Got ideas for who you'd like to see represented? Leave me a comment.

(I'm thinking a lot about the integration of all these weird and varied threads of my life. Can you tell?)

heehee.