I think I bought the kitchen gadgets because they were things that the ex and I wanted but we were never "allowed" to purchase. He held onto the purse strings with an iron fist because he wanted to "get ahead." But it was okay for him to spend money when he underwent his premature mid-life crisis and changed his personality, beginning with his clothes. *big sigh* No point in going there. As it turned out, I married a fucking freak.
Peep got a slight static discharge from my finger onto her nose and she dashed off, thinking that I'd done it on purpose.
One kitchen appliance I do use regularly ironically cost only $20: my iced tea maker. Love it.
Newman's sleeping on the couch, looking impossibly adorable. I'm gonna go pester him.
Later
The kittens just knocked over a box filled with styrofoam peanuts. Incorrigible kitties.
For the first time, on my last repaint, I gave her "enhanced breasts," meaning nipples. What the hell, if it'll help sell the doll. It reminded me of when I was little and I'd put nipples and pubic hair on my Barbies with crayons. An artist from the start. Because of my early sexualization, or maybe it's normal, I don't know, I played "dirty" Barbies. I only had one male doll and that was Big Jim. Previously my brother's, he had a lever in his back that made him give karate-chops, and he flexed his biceps. His face was very handsome, but he only came up to about Barbie's bust, a circumstance about which he had no complaints. Well, Big Jim owned a gym where he taught fitness classes, wherein all the Barbies were put in various compromising positions and he'd then "take advantage" of them. Nasty Big Jim. I wonder if I could find one on eBay.
Ken's always been such a goofy gay guy. The very first ones, with the straight legs and the flocking on the head, man, totally gay. Then when I was, you know, five or six, Ken was actually handsome, with his big smile and thick brows. I like those Kens, Malibu Ken and Mod Hair Ken. I wanted Mod Hair Ken but my mom wouldn't get him for me, he was such a damn hippy. Then in the 80's came the Kens with the chunky faces and anchorman hair. Fugly. He got marginally better-looking later on with the "Alan" sculpt but was still goofy as hell. Nowadays, with the 007 sculpt, that's probably the best-looking Ken since Malibu. Anyway. I don't know why I went on like that, I'm totally over Barbie.
Pizza dough is done.
9:28 PM
Gooood cheese pizza. Rivals the campus Pizza Slut. Shoot, with that loaf of mozzarella I bought from the warehouse, flour, and my bread machine, I could have cheese pizza every day if I want. I think I'll do that. I need to take food to campus, duh.
For quite a while now I've been interested in learning about airbrushing. I wonder where and how I can do that.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 6:54 PM
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