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Dental work

Got a tooth pulled today -- my first ever, oh boy! Hurts like fuck and I am now far too acquainted with the taste of my own blood. Also, the guy who pulled it did not clean the splatters of blood off my face when he was done. I got down several floors to the lobby, then decided to rinse my mouth. In the bathroom mirror, I discovered I looked like a crime scene. No wonder people were giving me funny looks.
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Shiny!

So I was perusing my local thrift shop the other day, looking for bakeware, and found a lovely stand mixer. "Hmm," I thought, "I probably have nowhere to put this lovely stand mixer. Alas, it will have to go to a better (and larger) home than mine."

Then I told my mom and, at a dinner, Russell's aunt. Both told me I was absolutely nuts to have passed it up; Russell's aunt insisted I buy it and even gave me the money for it. (It was $18, for the record.) I said I would go look, but doubted it was still there.

It was. It works! The bowl, however, was worn down and wouldn't lock in place, making it a spinning death trap rather than handy kitchen gadget. Today, I won a metal bowl for it in an auction, and thus should have a fully working mixer in a week or two! Woo hoo!


Isn't it lovely? I also got a great heart-shaped bundt pan at the same time!
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Dear People of Earth...

Having finished construction on my evil fortress, I am now accepting applications for the positions of minion and/or consort. Please choose your wording with care, as unsuccessful applications will be met with abrupt drops into my alligator pit or, if the alligators are suffering from indigestion, a quick shot from my death ray.


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I eagerly await your offers of total, unquestioning servitude.


XOXO,

Dread Queen Rachel