There's a BJD meet-up a couple hours away in May. They want to meet at a park. Outside? In the sun? Heat? Humidity? Mosquitos? Plus, it's at eleven a.m., so I'd have to leave around nine, get up around 7:30 or so? Dunno about that, I'm too much of a pussy.
Worked on giving a faceup to my latest arrival, the one who was held hostage at the post office. When I finished I was very pleased with her, but now, not so much. *sigh*
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Notice: Some X- and R-rated content and links are present. If you possess delicate sensibilities or are under 18, I suggest you depart immediately. Or not, but don't say I didn't warn you. May also contain mundane and prosaic entries. Read at your own risk.
About Me
- Name: Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive)
- Location: United States
Whateya need to know about me? Hmmm, I'm not clever enough to summarize myself concisely. Guess I'm underdeveloped, a late bloomer. Still trying to find my way in the world. I've already found my way *into* the world, which I suppose is a step in the right direction ... isn't it?
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