No pictures this post, although the plain cardigan is puttering along nicely. The past few weeks have been nothing but full, and I'm feeling rather breathless at this point. I've taken up smoking, although right now it's more of a hobby that I find amusing than a lifestyle choice. I also hold my cigarettes like I'm Norma Desmond without the holder, so it will probably remain that way. I'm writing a paper on an action figure. God bless Cultural Studies. And I've come the unfortunate conclusion that my hapless heart will always triumph over my logical brain. And not only because I'm terminally doomed to express myself like a moron when it comes to matters political. A maroon, even. A veritable dumdum.
No, I decided this because I keep on making the same mistakes when it comes to another person. My brain is all "Seriously, girl? No." But then my heart is all "I do what I want! Outta my way!" And it's all become a little sad and ragged, because my heart keeps on winning out. And I want the underdog to win one, so I'm working on things.
Here, until I have pictures of Manosy goodness, a list of three dolls I secretly want to own, when I am old and don't care if people think I'm a crazy doll-owning nut :
1. Barbie Catwoman
2. Madame Alexander Pride and Prejudice (Ah, the fine line between cute and Chucky)
3. Tonner NYCB Coppelia (I also love the ballet)
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