Thanks to my beloved Bean's birthday benevolence, I am now the proud possessor of this marvelous thing:


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I am officially a lost cause. Just lookit what I've done. Again. Repeatedly, and without ceasing. Harder and faster. All day long and into the night. Dear god.

The Emily Geller doll:

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I think I have a problem. I need Doll Makers Anonymous.

The rachtrumpetess doll:

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The eLouai doll makers are insidiously addictive. The customization options are seemingly limitless (a fact which Sims enthusiasts will no doubt appreciate -- punkymeadows and shycara, I'm looking at you) and, apart from an overabundance of incomprehensible Asian fashions, creating excellent and frighteningly accurate avatars is tons of fun. I've taken to creating ( Read more... )

I'm picking up shifts at Earth Prime Comics this week, which is something I was pretty sure I'd never do again. But any paycheck is better than no paycheck, and since none of the desk-and-telephone jobs I've applied for have panned out, that's what I've been getting. No paycheck. And I really need to make a bundle of cash this summer, or else I'm ( Read more... )

I've been so stressed out this week, what with packing my entire life into many little boxes, and desperately trying, at the 11th hour, to secure the financial aid I'll need to pay for school, and working to produce the last hundred of my recital CDs so I can consign them at Pure Pop before I leave town, ET fucking CETERA ( Read more... )

Tonight I went to a party celebrating Lillie and Chris's wedding. The wedding itself was in March, a not-quite-spur-of-the-moment Las Vegas affair, but to satisfy the hungry gods of parental pride, Lillie's Mom and Dad put together a truly delightful garden party, with feasting and jokes and free-flowing champagne ( Read more... )

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