Funny about my dolls. People just don't seem to dig them. When some other artists post their latest, people fall all over themselves to fawn over their creations. When I post mine, all you hear is the sound of crickets chirping. Are my dolls really crap and I just can't see it? Or is it an "outside the clique" thing? The latter would be par for the course. I read a description of personalities with Aquarius rising, and holy shit, it was me, right on the head. Always on the outside looking in.
Well, I've been bitten by a dangerous bug: The desire for an Asian ball-jointed doll. I'm dead. Oh, they're expensive. They've never called to me before; I don't like the animae look of most of them, or space alien or whatever you want to call it. Enormous eyes, pointy chin and tiny mouth. But I've come across the U-noa Quluts Sist, and she is so darling. Her facial features are more proportional to a child's and she has such a sweet, petite little figure. A lot of those dolls have busts of embarrassing proportions. I must try to get my hands on one. It would be awesome, too, to paint her face myself, and change her eyes and her wigs. Neat! If I do manage to get my hands on a Sist, it'll only be that one (maybe two) and not a whole collection of them, which I could never afford.
Oh, the optical place did screw up my glasses. They're going to re-do the lenses for me. Whew! I was worried about having to go around with them as-is.
4:00 p.m.
I just checked my auction and it seems to be going well, so that's good.
I was sitting next to the hot lol' goth punk dude, but he just left. He's far too young for me, and I don't want him to catch dirty old lady vibes, which he may already have. *sigh*
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:10 PM
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