With all the goddesses showing up, I feel it is time to rise up and claim my own goddesshood
Azzy, Goddess of the syncretic dissonant throb of urban synergetic vivacity, your essence flows through and breathes life into the doldrum rhythm of existence.
Mia, Goddess of the poised professional perfection, the pure phoenix of possessed proportionate parity - you, rosy lady of rouge are the walking, breathing, living embodiment of balance between femme fatal and steely command.
It is goddess induction time, for this initiation I hear the shamanistic cry of our worshipers, beating out a chant of adulation in the form of that time honored rite of passage: a Rave.
The event happens in the heart of L.A. tonight, I have the pilgrims journal laid out and ready to be followed, let us deign them with our presence.
For those goddess-lings wishing to be raised to full goddess status, come one and all (psst, this means you, Lily Evans, and Jaime, and all you that I haven't listed - c'mon you know you want to! ... I believe there are some newbies here...)
And those already realized in true goddess form, you are also invited.
And, just so as not to leave you out Tess, you are the redheaded temptress of deliciously delectable eats and welcoming words of wisdom bared to no one - you are the goddess of that warmth that fills ones soul as they consume comfort foods, the quintessence that holds humanity together! (you'll understand why the invitation to jump, punch, and bounce has not been extended to such a one as so close to full maternity as yourself - but next time, I swear)