I think they look cheap, awkward, and ungainly... but then I'm not really into dolls (not *that* kind at any rate.. heh, heh).

Well, how 'bout a tantilizing Tom Jennings doll, darling? Pull the string and watch him go, go, goooooo...
Extra fangs and clothes sold separately...Batteries not included.  

{wink}

LOL

I was thinking, the only reality show I could imagine being worthwhile would have been Chasin' Grayson.  What fun, and how interesting to have been able to just follow her throughout a day - interacting with people, commenting about this and that, cooking dinner, having a friend or two (read D. Selby) over for dinner....Can you imagine being able to sit in on the dinner conversation??

OMG - I Love it, Connie... I'm soooooo there! Can some of us be on the staff of this splendid show...or whatnot? {squeal}


G {nursing a gimlet}: Cough, Chortle...Connie honey, you're still full of shit... 

[just joking dear...you know I can't control her wry sense of humor...tut tut ]

 

Damn clothes, period! Do all guys look that sexy after they've been poisoned?!

One can only dream, dear... chortle. Maybe it's Julia's therapeutic ministrations that do the trick. 

At least Julia's halfway to paradise in her nightgown - maybe some Victoria's Secret (or Fredericks of Hollywood) lurks beneath her Ohrbachs layers...

Or maybe nothing at all...

So, am I entitled to have senior moments now?  LOL 

Made it in less than a year of posting...whoo-hoo!     Okay, I might be risking my head in posting these, but I don't think I've ever shared them here, so in honor of this auspicious moment {cough}...what the hey. If I've violated any guidelines feel free to give me a good sound spanking [after Mr. Gothick gets done whipping me with Julia's medallion, of course {wink, big cough}]     

Anyhoo...these are just some DS-related photo-manips. I did (gotta get used to these programs somehow - LOL):







Damn roses... 

This is the best angle I could find... damn chair. 

LOL, arashi... 

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