Um. . . so. . . right.
I got nothing, y’all. I was out last night watching Das Rheingold: Zardoz v. Barbarella* of all things, and I realized this morning that I haven’t uploaded the colour dolls … Continue reading
Papierpuppen! Part the third.
These are the ones you haven’t seen yet, right? Right? Oh, god, I can’t tell anymore because my brain is filled up with all the ways I might murder our … Continue reading
Dolls! Made of paper! Part 2.
The pale yellow tab is meant to lap behind her face, to help hold the wig in place. There’ll be lots more of those on tomorrow’s dolls. It’s hard making … Continue reading
Can I take the day off, too? Please? Pretty please with cartoon hedgehogs on top?
Because I apparently have inflammation around the nerve in my thigh, which is why it feels like a constant gentle burning, occasionally interspersed with a furious fucking burning and sometimes, … Continue reading
See? It’s a happy one!
Which, if my friend V who coined this phrase could, in fact, make a mix for the orgasmic mushroom soup she fed us last weekend, I would not care what … Continue reading
This is infinitely creepier than I meant it to be. Also, FAQs!
Seriously, I was going for cute. She’s not stealing the baby permanently, she just wants to hold it and sing to it and possibly sniff its head and play with … Continue reading
It’s an eye-searing world of horror. And dolphins. And Trapper-Keepers.
I don’t get road rage, but I do get grocery store rage. RAGE.
I SEE YOU, dude with 30 individual packages of candy, bacon, and baby food! Thirty is more than ten, dickhead. Go away. PS: I hope that dude had a baby … Continue reading
She still doesn’t need glasses. She just likes wearing them.
Not because her answers are always right, but because there is nothing as gross as writing in pencil on newsprint. Eugh. It’s like mayonnaise and tapioca and cream cheese’s grossness … Continue reading
No, not you you, other people you. Cool your mammaries.
Because occasionally it’s nice to use a word that isn’t ‘like’ or the equally vague phrases ‘kind of’, sort of’, etc. This is yet another thing that drove me bonkers … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 