I grew up with witches. This is my story.
The 1st witch I ever knew was actually quite healthy. She has a thing for apples.
An apple a day to keep the witch doctor away?
The next witch I grew up knowing was a real Queen.
Can you see the Diva?
Then we have a seafood lover.
You can see where the calories go.
And them we have a little bi polar.
This is a confusing one.
Many more came, in different shapes
Male pattern baldness
Not all are bad. Just the few.
And of the few I am terribly afraid of them.
The curses and potions? I'm not so worried,
There seems to be an antidote for everything these days.
The devious plots? Well I have noticed that many witches have this insatiable thirst for youth. But I'm not too worried as I'll point them to the directions of either the beauty salon or a more fitting candidate.
Epitomy of youth. Go get HER!
Well I am sort of a private person so it is quite disturbing knowing that they could be peeping in to my life at this very instant...while I'm typing this. Creepy...
Me taking a stroll with my best buddies.
Now you know I value my privacy dearly. I'm a person who enjoys me piece and quite relaxing with a good spell book and wolfberry tea.
The one thing that I am utmost fearful of,
the thing that sends shivers down my spine,
goosebumps on my epidermis,
cold sweats streaming through my pores,
hair follicles on ends
and me potentially pee in my bed is...
*take a deep breath for this one*
Keeping paparazzi and witches at bay.