Shahrazed’s Weblog

Does she have to be so mean, I wondered. Just because she’s a witch doesn’t give her the right to be so snippy. A witch, so what? Anyone could be a witch, she’s not the queen of England for fuck’s sake. Maybe I should have been a bit more careful with that bowl of rice, but how was I supposed to know she was count to have to stop and count each little grain? She wouldn’t even let me clean it up, she had to do it herself, snapping about how I wouldn’t do it right, that I’d have miscounted. Whatever. As if I don’t know how to count, as if picking up spilled rice was too complicated a task for the likes of me. If she’d stayed out in her beloved garden for another 30 seconds I would have had it cleaned up and she never would have even known. It’s not even a garden these days, more of an overgrown weed patch, all full of nettles and poison ivy. Hell, if she hadn’t come flying around the corner like a mad-woman and scared me half to death I probably would never have dropped the damn basket in the first place. Oh well. Let her count her rice, maybe she can cook it to for once. I’m not her god-damn slave, after all. I don’t know why I’m always the one who has to do all the cooking. And the cleaning, for that matter. Just thinking about scrubbing out all her nasty caldrons is making my fingers ache. Some of those must had been left sitting around for weeks! I don’t even want to think about what she’d been mixing up in them originally…love potions made with guts of toad and beauty teas brewed from burnt up bat wings. Yuck. Who drinks those things? I can’t believe people actually pay her for that crap. She knows as well as the next batty old broad that they don’t do damn thing. Personally I think she’s on a mission to create the most foul tasting, evil brew possible, just to see some sap actually choke it down. I think she gets her kicks from it. I guess it serves the suckers right, coming around here asking for love potions in the first place. And on top of that, they say she’s the best! She actually has a national reputation for this gunk she bottles. Lord above! What has the world come to when that’s what passing for magic these days. It’s just mad, I say, mad.