AddictionTonight my paraffin pimp was having her annual Party_Lyte clearance sale. I have been wet with anticipation soon as she notified me what night it was.
I love me some candles.
I almost love candles more than whiskey.
Steve, God bless his soul drove me to the paraffin pimp's house. It has been raining non stop and he knows how much I fucking hate driving in the rain.
People in CA do not know how to drive in the rain.
So, I sipped on my "to go" cup of whiskey as he drove, closing my eyes and losing my self in some Lorena McKennet.............
OMG........the deals my pimp had out.
There is another crack whore there like me named Pat; we were both after the same thing.
When 6:30 came the two of us were on the tea light box like flys on shit.
"Don't you care what they smell like?" Steve asked.
Oh hell no, I know they are going to smell good regardless.
There were a few candle holders that I would have loved to had gotten, but I just don't have the counter space for any.
Ask any one that has been to my house. I've got candles in every room and or wall.
(one time the power went out and Steve thought that only the tv was broke. When I pointed out that the cable box was even out did it register that it was a power outage. I had so many candles burning he thought it was our lamps illuminating the living room).
It was an early Yule for me.