Oh, I simply revel in my chosen role as a sick freak obsessed with the occult, the dark side, and Grayson Hall's culinary adventurousness.
LOL... People up at school refer to her as "that face I draw." Me obsessed? Phht...
If anybody tries to hassle me about it, I pull out this little wax doll I always carry and a black pin and say something like "You know what your problem is? You have too much time on your hands. Well, that can be remedied... but perhaps not as you would have chosen." By this time I'm cackling quietly with this really demented look in my eyes, and the poor imbecile is whimpering as he crawls towards the nearest exit.
But on
what part of the anatomy are you sticking that poor doll, Steve? *Grin*
Sigh...Oh, if I only had a little wax doll years ago...
You will lend make me one for a mometary fee, woncha hon? Make it a crafty event...
I find that that stifles any adverse comment quite efficiently...
Sounds like a plan to me - LOL. Most of the people in my family don't mind my obsession, but most everyone else in the area thinks I'm nuts. I've always been a misfit, so...oh well. But I know I'll never forget the look on a former instructor's face when he said: "You watch THAT show??!"
Anyway, My Julia doll hits people over the head with her oversized medallion when they get out of line...a hypo big enough for a dozen, her sleeks boots are ready for any ass-kicking if need be, and her slapping hand is always at the ready. Now if I only had a Barn or a Tom/Chris doll, things could get real interesting...
(oops...Mr. Obsessed-With-The-Dark-Side Gothique HATES smilies)
But we're SPECIAL, Connie...that makes it okay... right hon? LOL
Tired hugs,
Heather