Aaaarrrrrrgggggggghhhhhh!

[eilonwyg]

I am about ready to fling my damn dolls across the room.  Seriously, they're fucking pissing me off.  Who won't stand.  Who won't sit up.  Who keeps knocking everyone over and faceplanting all over the place.  Then their hair is in their faces or something is behind them that shouldn't be or the fucking wind has blown them over or the goddamn grass that has just been cut gets all over them.  And then I can't find Effie's table.  Then I find out Effie's table is broken.  Then my camera battery dies.  And I'm hot.  And I'm achy.  And the damn thing just isn't going right!

And Malinda wanted me to be done with the wolf cubs by tonight, plus come visit her this afternoon.  And I had to read tonight's submissions for Writer's Group.

I swear, everything has been conspiring against me to frustrate the hell out of me.  And I blame the dolls.  Pains in the asses.  So I'm done.  I don't care if the photostory isn't all I wanted it to be.  As it is, I still have a few more shots that don't involve Malinda's kids.  But I'm done.  I don't even want to work on the pictures, they'll just have to wait.  'Cause I don't want to deal with it anymore.  I'm done.  I'm going to take a shower, cool off, calm down, and relax.  Maybe in two hours or so I won't want to hurl my dolls into the wall.

Next time, I'm not doing a photostory with any doll that's not been sueded.  Fuckin dolls.