I'm rambling a bit.
So this weekend is my fourth anniversary of not having a television, as I moved out of my brother's house into my own apartment over the 4th of July weekend, 2001. I'd moved to this city after the assassination of my marriage in February 2000 and lived in my brother's house, see. Funny how that happened; right as my ex was telling me he didn't want to be married anymore, my brother and his wife had the opportunity to work overseas and needed someone to watch their house and dog. Uncanny, really; like, you know that had to've been arranged by the powers-that-be.
So anyway, I don't miss t.v. I'm glad to be free of it. There's a couple of things I do miss, like South Park, say, but not enough to make having one worthwhile. And, typical addict, I know no moderation: if I have a t.v., I will watch it, nonstop. That's what I did when I was living in San Francisco and so lonely I felt like dying. But at least there, t.v. was good. Back then Frasier was just beginning, for example, and the local PBS stations aired some of the most fascinating shit, uncensored, as far as I could tell.
Whenever I start feeling bad about my acne scars, I need to remind myself of that poor young woman who has no face because of a drunk-driving accident. God. I've not no problems whatsoever.
I got a couple more Velvet dolls in the mail. One of them is in somewhat cruddy shape, a factory reject. She should never have passed quality control at Ideal, if they had any. The short hair on her head that's usually given a rude chop job anyway is so poorly and sparsely rooted that it's impossible to comb. The paint stamp gave her a crooked mouth, and she's got a cheek rub. I repainted her mouth, not a big deal, and I plan to reroot her head. I think that'll be fun, give her the hair that should have been hers from the factory. Her ponytail, surprisingly, is in terrific shape, sleek and not frizzy. I think I'm gonna steal it and give it to my first Velvet. My first is still my favorite, the one with the largest eyes of soft lilac. The others' eyes are a more violet color.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:28 AM
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