tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post116940498542064533..comments2023-11-05T04:02:39.418-05:00Comments on Michelle's Spell: My Head Behind The MaskMichelle's Spellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15769666862403600253noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169967218260683642007-01-28T01:53:00.000-05:002007-01-28T01:53:00.000-05:00Dolls have always creeped me out. So do clowns, mi...Dolls have always creeped me out. So do clowns, mimes, and people who dress up like Big Boy. As a child, my mother mounted a stuffed (fake) polar bear head on a plaque over my closet. It stared at me, mouth agape with white fangs and a promise of a brutal, bloody, death in my sleep. Nightmares? Yeah, we're old friends.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169947471950536192007-01-27T20:24:00.000-05:002007-01-27T20:24:00.000-05:00When I was little, I always thought that my dolls ...When I was little, I always thought that my dolls came to life when everyone was asleep. I didn't think they did anything spooky, just that they came to life and as soon as the first person in the house woke up, they would go back to being dolls.Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00125699002897396025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169945125429991902007-01-27T19:45:00.000-05:002007-01-27T19:45:00.000-05:00You're very welcome, Michelle. I thoroughly enjoye...You're very welcome, Michelle. I thoroughly enjoyed your company! Friends, Food & Laughter...does it get any better?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169931454115270112007-01-27T15:57:00.000-05:002007-01-27T15:57:00.000-05:00Growing up, my sister, had a Sister Doll (A Nun in...Growing up, my sister, had a Sister Doll (A Nun in her black habit.) My sister was going to be a Nun. Her Nun Doll Had the kindess,softess eyes. I,,,,,was in love. Why cuold'nt my teacher, Sister Mary Grace, look and be so kind? Sister would hammer on me every day, it seemed. I was her whipping post. One day I got the bright idea of sticking pins in the Doll. That after days of cradling the Doll in private and repeating ' Sister Mary Grace, Sister Mary Grace ". Then I would stick a pin in her and repeat " Die Bitch, Die Bitch ". After a week or so of that, Sister stopped clobbering me. My sister, on the other hand, became a life long Bar Whore, producing several illlegitmate kids,,,,,,,,,ThomasAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169930174324316332007-01-27T15:36:00.000-05:002007-01-27T15:36:00.000-05:00That would have to be a very strange museum. Sound...That would have to be a very strange museum. Sounds like something from the Twilight Zone.Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10392045314900304419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169929735306069072007-01-27T15:28:00.000-05:002007-01-27T15:28:00.000-05:00When I was a kid I had a parade's worth of stuffed...When I was a kid I had a parade's worth of stuffed animals who lived on my bed during the day. At night I scooted them to the window seat. But i had to be very careful to not drop them or leave them squished, and to make sure they were all facing the right way before I could sleep. Though I loved them, I could never be too sure. Their eyes were so shiny and cold. And when I stared, trying to make them move with my mind, they would. Which proved that though you try things, you don't always want them to work, especially.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169927914276991312007-01-27T14:58:00.000-05:002007-01-27T14:58:00.000-05:00MightyIsiswhiteandblackmightyfistslikeJoeLouismigh...MightyIsis<BR/>whiteandblack<BR/>mightyfists<BR/>likeJoeLouis<BR/>mightystories<BR/>liketheBiblesays<BR/>dollsgivemethewillies<BR/>andaintittrue<BR/>dollseyes<BR/>gijoes2<BR/>kenandbarbie<BR/>willies<BR/>ButSexyLadyD<BR/>Ireallylikethee<BR/>R2C2! Shazammmmmmm!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169918333903671262007-01-27T12:18:00.000-05:002007-01-27T12:18:00.000-05:00Once again, I'm with you on this one. Dolls creep ...Once again, I'm with you on this one. Dolls creep me out, too, and it definitely has something to do with the eyes.<BR/><BR/>Same deal with images that I see of myself. My last love interest always wanted a photograph of me, and I hate them. "But I want to show everyone what you look like," he would say. To which I would respond, "Have you ever mentioned to them that I write? Do you send them to my blog?"<BR/><BR/>"No. Why?"<BR/><BR/>"Because that is me...that is the best, most thorough picture you'll ever have of me."<BR/><BR/>Needless to say, he didn't get it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169916185243627482007-01-27T11:43:00.000-05:002007-01-27T11:43:00.000-05:00hell JR I am game for anything free...except a har...hell JR I am game for anything free...except a hard timeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169915490972970712007-01-27T11:31:00.000-05:002007-01-27T11:31:00.000-05:00I once visited a doll museaum. I'm not sure I eve...I once visited a doll museaum. I'm not sure I ever came out. Perhaps I'm there still, and the "me" that is typing this is one of "them," one that watched long enough to find a way to escape.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169914306399032642007-01-27T11:11:00.000-05:002007-01-27T11:11:00.000-05:00Would you not agree that Mindy's cheesecake is the...Would you not agree that Mindy's cheesecake is the best cheesecake alive?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169913279979902022007-01-27T10:54:00.000-05:002007-01-27T10:54:00.000-05:00I loved Burt. He's a man and I'm a woman.I loved Burt. He's a man and I'm a woman.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169913158835664592007-01-27T10:52:00.000-05:002007-01-27T10:52:00.000-05:00I would gladly take you and any assortment of your...I would gladly take you and any assortment of your dolly friends out to lunch. Of course, we each would pay for our own. Yours, George.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169912883852189872007-01-27T10:48:00.000-05:002007-01-27T10:48:00.000-05:00If they had a Chuckie Doll I'd ask for directions ...If they had a Chuckie Doll I'd ask for directions to the museum. Once again, you guys had lunch without me. I'm always game for a free lunch.JR's Thumbprintshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479324326541901987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25133444.post-1169910063046536352007-01-27T10:01:00.000-05:002007-01-27T10:01:00.000-05:00I really have to say Michelle that you get the bej...I really have to say Michelle that you get the bejeebers over some strange stuff...dolls,clowns and whatever. Sounds to me like youshould have had a pint of something to sip while you were getting stared at by all of those evil inanimate objects.<BR/><BR/>I assume they were mostly all female dolls ...it would have been interesting to hear what they had to say abou you after you left the room.<BR/><BR/>hhhhhhahahahahahahahahhaa<BR/><BR/>"Did you see what she was wearing"<BR/>"Oh my she looked like a refugee from Sri Lanka"<BR/>"No I think she looked like something from the other side of..."<BR/>"Now Maudie, you know we don't use language like that here."<BR/>"But Still"<BR/>"Now hush Maudie here comes another one of hem giant creatures."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com