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The fame of fire

May 31st, 2006

My ex-husband always hated that I call myself the FyreGoddess.  No matter that the vast majority of Fire Goddesses are goddesses of the hearth (some brief information can be found here), his concern was the infamy of fire GODS, many of which are feared by many religions - the Devil himself being one of them.

However, I’ve never really been all that supersticious when it came to devils or gods or numbers…  Friday the 13th has been good to me.  My phone number ends with the number of the Beast followed by the number of God and even my most religious friends still call me.

Ok, so here’s the deal.  I really want to see the Omen.  I never saw the original, though I should have by now, and I’m sure the new one isn’t the better of the two, so I should totally see that one first.  Problem is, no one wants to see it with me.  My regular movie buddy is taking a movie break and everyone else has said that it’s too scary for them.

Now, I don’t really like to see movies by myself, especially not new ones, because then I have no one to talk about the movie with, but this one…  on opening night…  and then walk home…  alone… in the dark.  Um…  yeah…  no.

So I have probably one person left who hasn’t yet said no, but hasn’t said yes yet either.  I want to go…  I want to see it on 6/6/6, but I’m just enough of a girl about this one that I can’t do it by myself, no matter how independent and rational I claim to be.

Not and walk home alone after it’s over.

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  1. Oh my gosh, you ARE a goddess of the hearth! Whenever I think of a hearth, I think of a warm, cozy place where people have gathered to joke, tell stories, and generally bond.

    My darling, you not only have the best stories, but you also have a wonderful way of telling them. Hell, look at this blog!

    XD

    Comment by Parizad � June 2, 2006 @ 9:55 am

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