Retail therapy. I bought myself some new clothes. Shit, I deserve the clothes more than my dolls do; I haven't bought anything for myself for more than a year.
I guess Newman didn't like my repaint either, because last night he pawed blue paint all over it. Everyone's a critic.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Notice: Some X- and R-rated content and links are present. If you possess delicate sensibilities or are under 18, I suggest you depart immediately. Or not, but don't say I didn't warn you. May also contain mundane and prosaic entries. Read at your own risk.
About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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