I Just Can't Walk Away

You might recall that not so long ago I placed high enough in the MH comm's Halloween contest to win a prize. I entered because I thought I'd give it a shot and also because I actually really wanted a little re-ment set. Yes, I'd have loved to have won super-big, but it's like that whole shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you land among the stars thing. In this case I snagged myself a sugar-shock sort of star, which is excellent since I'm not big on sushi and if Lagoona or Draculaura want some, the Bratz sushi playset is around here somewhere. :P

I figured I'd share pictures of my rement prize from singnovember for the super fun Halloween contest. :D

Sadly someone borrowed my camera and while they said they replaced the batteries, I'm thinking it doesn't count as a replacement if the batteries you use don't work for longer than five minutes. So behold! Five minutes of nonsense culminating in tiny doll food.



( Geek day. )

Also posted in the MH comm, though this tweaked things a smidge. Not much, though. I actually really like most of these pictures. The background, if you can call it that, are the various sleeves to the decemberunderground records. It worked out much better than I planned. I went looking for a serving tray or a platter for the sweets and I found my cardboard Buffy characters. It seemed perfect for Ghoulia to ♥ Giles. :)

The problem with dreams is that sometimes you wake up and it takes you a moment to remember why you felt unsettled by the dream. In last night's case it wasn't so much the fact that dream!Mums kept looking away from the road while she was driving on the interstate, it was the fact that in the dream the ex was not the ex and we were holding hands.

That's all. It's just that in the dream it kept bugging me and I didn't know why. Nap time now, thank you.

Is it wrong that my main reason for wanting to join the monochrome thing over at PP is because I want to title it monochrome delirious? I don't really think I have any clothes or fabric things to happily pull the effect off, which is what's keeping me from going forth in search of my bliss.

Yes, sometimes I talk funny. The voices all scream to be heard and it's a smoosh-for-all in what comes out.

That said, meet Isa!
( That'd be ChinaChina who beat me up when I started calling her CiCi for short )
Isa's personality is slow in coming, but hopefully won't be as slow as, you know, Pishy Tanda.



Brother got fired from his job, saw that one coming. Hopefully he'll find a new job soon, or win the lottery. Though the lotto might be a bad, bad idea.

I'm off to attempt taxes.