My doll auction ends soon and I should at least get a hunnert. Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, you know? It's a hunnert I didn't have before.
I had a dream this morning about D., Shay's daughter. I asked her if she liked the doll I gave her for her birthday, a Tiny Kitty, and she said that she liked it very much. Then I asked her if she liked the doll Eduard gave her and she said that she didn't, that it was stupid. I laughed, meanly glad. Weird dream. It did bug me that Shay didn't bother to say so much as a thank you for the present I gave her daughter (which, incidentally, was the day Eduard and I broke up). She's like school in summertime, no class. [Lame joke courtesy of Fat Albert--the cartoon, not the movie.]
I can't stand the neighbors across the way, even when they're not fighting. They're so ooey-gooey treacly sweet, it makes me sick. Loud and phony laughing, giggling, cooing. Ugh.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:16 PM
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