I Just Can't Walk Away

There's a reason why Isa is no longer allowed to get the mail anymore.

( Never give out your password, folks. Not even to cute mini Pullips. )

Witch is evil. I love her. I think she needs a new name, though if I'm not careful, she'll forever be Witchbaby. Anne's eyes go pop, and I'm thinking when I redress her, she'll be fab. Witchbaby has elf shoes! Jingle jingle...

Cosmics came! :D I'm off to debox and then sleep.

The sound you heard earlier was what little self confidense I'd managed to aquire in the last year or so go kerflooey. Gone the way of the dino.

Yeah, I had to buy new pants for work. *gags* This wasn't so awful except they didn't have the size I wanted, so I went one size up [which had previously been too big] and... it was no longer entirely too big. So I was in a foul mood and about ten seconds into my nuclear breakdown [I figured I'd go full on hissy fit instead of stopping like I did earlier] Mom asks, "So, are we going on a diet today?" She got the finger in response.

So, I'm seething. It's not been a pleasant ten hours or so for me. But then I see these two women who are probably my size, only shorter [so possibly smaller, since apparently my mental picture of me needs an update] and they're having a fabulous time looking at clothes I'd rather shoot myself than wear... But they seem happy. And the sales woman is incredibly nice and gives me an extra discount, and I'm much happier about things. Except the diet comment, because really. There's a time and a place for everything, and now is not the time, and a dressing room is NEVER the place. NEVER. Especially when a fat girl is holding a size that was previously too large and isn't anymore. Sure, it seems like the perfect place to mention the d word, but trust me. It's not.

And then I decided fuckit. For the most part, what makes me unhappy has very little to do with my size. I don't sit around whinging, for the most part [do I?] about my fat ass, and I'd rather like me at my least cute than wait around for me to be more of society's bitch. I'll be my own bitch, thank you very much.

But you will never see me wearing khaki. It just won't happen.

Onward! Doll of the day!


( Who could it be now? )
Rar.

If I'm ever dating someone and you hear me say, "-name here- said I couldn't spend more than" or "-name- said I couldn't buy -item I want-" or any variation thereof, I want you to smack me and tell me to break up with whoever it is, or call them on the BS. I'm trusting you all to do this. Trusting you.

Do not betray the trust.

Annnnnd now, thank you, cheerlessbeauty/Heidi! My books came today and I was so surprised. You found the Elizabeth books! *hugs* Have I told you lately I love you? :D

( Pullip Theatre Presents, Waiting for Fanatica )

Tired. Cold.