February 09, 2005
Barbie Watch 2005
Still no Barbie, and no note.
And when someone takes something personal off your desk, and you don't know who did it or when you're getting it back, I believe it's called stealing. I'm just sayin'.
Okay, ha ha, it was cute, but now I'm just irritated. It's the priniple of the thing, ya know? I don't take other people's stuff; leave my shit alone. And I'm sure they're thinking, "Oh, hee hee, stupid dumb doll." But you know, as with all collecting, every doll has a story and memories attached to it, especially the really good ones.
Like the one that's been stolen. She was my first Silkstone, and I got her at a doll show with Joe and Kara, after which we all went over to Kara's and fussed with our new stuff and ate Arby's and drank champagne. It was the last time Kara went to a show because then she had a baby and never goes anywhere anymore.
I mean, if they'd taken some crappy play-line doll, I wouldn't be so miffed. I still don't like my stuff being taken, but some generic doll wouldn't irritate me nearly as much as them taking something of value, both monetary and sentimental.
Sorry for the bitchy non-funniness. I have an actual funny blog in the works, I promise.
Now they're gonna have to buy me Barbie clothes to make it up to me.