Category -- Diabolus

*gack cough* This is aggressive, all right. Vetiver whispers unkind things into the ear of patchouli, who otherwise is my friend, and together they are stalking across the way to rearrange my face. I think I shall be leaving by the back door, now...

And you know what's ironic? Besides being so angry, it smells like the Queen Of All Hippies. Talk about a paradox.

It actually reminds me a lot of my experiences with Crossroads and Lust...and those weren't very pleasant, either.