So! My Tonner has shipped. I am way too excited about her impending arrival and seeing her in person. Part of me is all, “You have paid for her and she is shipped! She is yours! Surely her identity can be revealed, now!” And then the paranoid part of me just howls back, “She is not ours until she is our hands! Her name must not be spoken!”

I, um. I’m kind of siding with my paranoid parts. *shifty, nervous eyes* For the most part I’m really not superstitious, but once I decide on a doll to get, I just go totally psycho and vague. Its like that Chinese thing where you pretend the baby’s ugly and give boy babies girl nicknames so that the assholes of the spirit world don’t get interested and fuck things up for you. Only, y’know. High-end dolls instead of babies.

Oh, shut up, its cheaper and cleaner and you have the option of selling it later. Collecting dolls > having kids. Lamer, but greater.