Went to see Madagascar last night. It was cute, although it didn't live up to the enthusiastic review in the paper. I felt the jokes were pat and predictable a lot of times. But I really liked the voices; I love Chris Rock and David Schwimmer too. I hope Schwimmer's career transcends "Friends." He's almost exactly my age, born just ten days after me. We're practically kin. *snort* Anyway, I got a big-ass, mudda-fuggin Coke at the theater and it didn't really taste that good, and it kept me up for all hours.
Don't have anything planned for today. I really should do some cleaning and I want to do dolly stuff too. Gonna work on that doll that's killing me -- I'd like to get her outta here.
6:43 PM
Took a nap. It's stinkin' hot. Looks like rain. I wish it would, already.
I decided not to work on that doll that's eluding me but instead move on to other projects. No point in being stubborn and forcing it.
Get a load of this: my SIL told my mom via email that I'll be going over to their (bro and SIL's) house for Memorial Day. When my mom said that, I was like, "I yam?" So I phoned bro's house day-before-yesterday and left a message and no one's called me back. WTF? They're pretty good about inviting me to things at moments' notice. Tomorrow, I've got things to do; I'm not going over there -- if they call me at all, that is. I'm sick of always being available for people.
Used the epilator on my legs earlier today. Hope I don't get ingrown hairs, but lately after shaving I've been getting nasty rashes for reasons that escape me. It cracks me up that right after epilating, my legs look like freshly-plucked gooseflesh.
You know something I really hate? When I get an idea for a doll makeover and I don't get to it for a while, I see it on eBay -- someone beat me to it. Have you noticed that everyone gets similar ideas at roughly the same time? It's uncanny.
Something happened to me, where I unintentionally did a doll very similar to one done by an artist whose work I respect and admire. Worse yet, I gave my doll the same name as hers. Very poor form, and I'm embarassed. I guess my subconscious tucked it away and after a couple of days I thought it was my idea. :-( I wrote the artist an apology. I still can't believe I chose the same damn name.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 10:08 AM
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