Was over at Beth's yesterday and she let me use her computer since the campus network was down. She always gives me so much stuff, I swear. Her house is jam-packed with projects and ideas for projects but she seldom follows through. Her health is an issue and I think she also suffers from depression. She can be a bit manic. She showed me some ball-jointed dolls she bought recently, little minis. They're about five inches tall or less, so tiny, and the attention to detail is amazing. The facial sculpt and paint is just phenominal, very delicate. Makes me want one, but they're over $200 apiece. Two hundred bucks for a doll that's the size of Kelly? Holy crap. It's bad enough I want a U-noa Quluts Sist, one of the hardest dolls to get your hands on because the guy only makes a few a year.
On a somewhat humerous note, Beth let me borrow a bunch of magazines and books, which we put in a stack on her desk. So when I left I took the stack with me. Turns out, her laptop was beneath the stack of mags and I grabbed that along with everything else! I called Beth to tell her immediately upon discovering the truth and apologized for stealing her computer. Geesh.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 1:26 PM
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