2002-06-29/ in which she dreams of liquor and once again mentions the staring.
as if.
oh! my mother bought me the neatest old-ish doll with a porcelain face, hands, and feet, and a music box in its back! and it's so lovely, even if one of the feet is broken. i can fix it! i will make her into the doll i envision when listening to gingerbread coffin by raspy. oh, yay, what fun dolls are!
and as always with anything, i am stalling the making of my zim doll. because. well, once you've put the eyes on someone, they will stare at you. i shall never, never stop mentioning this, because one just cannot get it out of one's head when one has so many little pairs of eyes fixed on her.
10:05 p.m. E
kat*~
2002-06-28/ goddamn this noise inside my head!
now go viddy the new meathead perspective or i'll have your ass served on a platter. yay!
6:22 p.m. E
kat*~
2002-06-28/ angst? where? what?
i know. i've got my mother. and one day i will have friends; i shouldn't complain.
it's just that my life seems very empty compared to the lives of others. others describe actual events in their lives, relationships, hijinks. me, i go to my job, work hard, come home and play with my dolls and read comic books. and get fat. hee. and i write nothing in this journal. nothing at all. it's just silly shrieking nonsense that i try to amuse myself (and possibly you) with. the only 'events' that i put down here are the occasions when i buy things. tee.
maybe it's me that isn't real.
12:30 a.m. E
kat*~