Monday, November 15, 2010

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when in crisis, go back to the basics. one of my first posts here was about dolls. i love dolls. always have. they're one of those things that can wind me up when i'm in a puddle of apathy.

so, i'm having a cuteness attack and i'm nearly crying here. just look:





Yes she's conventional, no i don't care. partly because i'm convinced she keeps a grotesque little diary and has a parrot whom she taught various puns. i know i've been demanding, Santa, but not like you brought me anything anyway...!!! I could actually afford to buy her, but isn't this supposed to be one of those hints that everyone turns a deaf ear to and you always remember it as that wonderful wonderful doll which would have changed your life if only dad cared enough?...

I'll sleep on it. But seriously: the effect would be double in the event of a surprise (said she with a sigh and poked the pillow).

And one more, for sweet dreams.



and they all live here.

2 comments:

  1. eesh, they look scary! like aliens...

    i've been wondering whether this sort of title hints at a breakdown between signifier and signified. i've been trying to make sense of the combination, but it just looks like something someone would jot down thoughtlessly while talking on the phone.

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  2. yes, this post and the previous are part of an 'aliens in our midst' series.

    it's something somebody did manically jot down during a cuteness attack. tell me more about the breakdown though, it rings true.

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