my heart is a glorious machine;

My first Barbie has almost no hair. This isn't really my fault--it all came out with years of brushing!--but my mother is undeterred and refers to her as Cancer-Patient Barbie anyway. There's another one who got nail polish on her face somehow, and I tried to shave it off with Dad's razor because we hadn't got any remover stuff. Yeah, that turned out really well. We call her Panther Attack! Barbie. I think I have a disturbed family. :D

My yearning for Doctor Who action figures is beginning to know no bounds. Maybe I could even sit him on my Black Death plushie! Awww.