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get thee behind me, pullip!
Sep. 6th, 2005 04:54 amYou do not need a new Pullip. You do not need a new Pullip. You want one, yes, but you do not need one. You have two preordered, and odds are good that the Decemberuary ones will own your soul as well. You do not need a new Pullip.
You do, however, need new dolly clothes. And clothes for you. Shoes before clothes though as you're really close to having a hole in the only work-acceptable shoes you can stand to wear for 8 hours at a time. Sure, those boots put you very, very close to six feet but every other time you wear them you nearly twist your ankle. Again. New shoes.
... But I want a new Pullip! *cries*
Sorry, sometimes explaining to my inner child why she cannot have new toys is a little less than fun. Assorted news from the weekend: On Sunday morning, I got hit on while at Walmart. That was surreal. Mainly because it wasn't some old, drunk, dirty scary dude. Hrmm. Well, that wasn't assorted afterall. Oh well.
Also, sometimes I get very tired of buying my own shiny things. It's just that sometimes it would be nice for someone else to foot the shiny bill, y'know? This is after I spent an hour on the phone with someone I do not particularly care for trying to figure out what present to buy for a friend who didn't bother to buy me one and is now expecting me to shell out $60. ... I do not expect everyone I buy birthday presents for to buy me a gift. I do expect certain people to do so, however. Mainly because they expect a gift from me. Also some people you traditionally exchange gifts with, even if it's six months late. But an hour on the phone with her boyfriend and everything he could think of was lame [and I felt bad shooting the ideas down because I didn't have many of my own] or freakishly expensive, all things considered. I could have cried. I didn't want to talk to him to begin with, but she freakin' cornered me.
Annnnd I smell autumn. Perhaps because it's finally cool enough to open the house up and not die ten seconds later?
Oh and TV Guide? When the new shows start premiering, you should have put out your annual "Fall TV!" issues. Otherwise, what's the damn point if I've missed three episodes already?
You do, however, need new dolly clothes. And clothes for you. Shoes before clothes though as you're really close to having a hole in the only work-acceptable shoes you can stand to wear for 8 hours at a time. Sure, those boots put you very, very close to six feet but every other time you wear them you nearly twist your ankle. Again. New shoes.
... But I want a new Pullip! *cries*
Sorry, sometimes explaining to my inner child why she cannot have new toys is a little less than fun. Assorted news from the weekend: On Sunday morning, I got hit on while at Walmart. That was surreal. Mainly because it wasn't some old, drunk, dirty scary dude. Hrmm. Well, that wasn't assorted afterall. Oh well.
Also, sometimes I get very tired of buying my own shiny things. It's just that sometimes it would be nice for someone else to foot the shiny bill, y'know? This is after I spent an hour on the phone with someone I do not particularly care for trying to figure out what present to buy for a friend who didn't bother to buy me one and is now expecting me to shell out $60. ... I do not expect everyone I buy birthday presents for to buy me a gift. I do expect certain people to do so, however. Mainly because they expect a gift from me. Also some people you traditionally exchange gifts with, even if it's six months late. But an hour on the phone with her boyfriend and everything he could think of was lame [and I felt bad shooting the ideas down because I didn't have many of my own] or freakishly expensive, all things considered. I could have cried. I didn't want to talk to him to begin with, but she freakin' cornered me.
Annnnd I smell autumn. Perhaps because it's finally cool enough to open the house up and not die ten seconds later?
Oh and TV Guide? When the new shows start premiering, you should have put out your annual "Fall TV!" issues. Otherwise, what's the damn point if I've missed three episodes already?
