dancing Queen

I need to just…never comment on anything on LJ ever. Ever. Because I always end up stressing myself afterwards, and mentally rewriting my comment over and over and over and just generally thinking that I always come off as an idiot who thinks she knows everything.

Which…possibly I am. Do I get points for [...]

I got a postcard advertising Hilary Duff’s new album. I’m assuming she’s labelmates with someone I actually like, since I have never even BEEN to a Hilary Duff site, never mind signed up for anything regarding her.

I will confess to having a few of her songs. But we all know I’m a pop-crack whore, [...]

I should really head to bed. I have a chiropractor’s this afternoon, and I need to be up long enough before that to eat and dress and things of that nature.

I think the problem is that I don’t particularly want to go. I need to, though, my neck’s all tight and my head was [...]

Why is it every time I see the words “gorgeous” on a repaint/ooak doll on eBay, my first thought is that its going to be abysmal? And why must I so often be right?

The really talented repainters, the ones who truly do create gorgeous dolls, never seem to use that word. Or, really go [...]

Why is it that assholes always strike when you’re already feeling shitty? Do they have some kind of weird radar? I just. Ugh.

Ok, so, what happened is, someone signed the “skin me…” book, and asked who the blonde is, why there were no skins, and called my site “sloppy.” Which…fuck you? [...]