30. A photo of you when you were happy.

At the Hard Rock Cafe in Denver last December. Hard Rock Barbie kicks all sorts of ass. This is a terribly appropriate picture for today, because…

Over the last year or so I have developed an unexpected adoration for Barbie. There are three major reasons for this, which are as follows: 1) I have for several years now loved the Barbie moviesThe Princess and the Pauper is one of my favorite movies of all time — and, while this isn’t quite the same as loving Barbie herself, it definitely makes it easier. 2) A story that I’m writing makes it almost impossible for me not to be rather fond of her (and Ken), but I won’t go into any detail about that at this point. 3) I just freaking love sparkly stuff so much.

So I’m constantly dragging Zombie Girl onto the Barbie aisle at Wal-Mart, where we comment on their dresses and slash them with each other and so on. Well, one day recently we were at said Wal-Mart looking at said Barbies, and we wandered onto the next aisle of toys where there were coloring books. We’d been remarking, on that day as on previous occasions, on how exceptionally gay-looking are all the characters from the latest Barbie movie, A Fashion Fairytale (which I haven’t seen yet), so when we saw a coloring book version of the movie we immediately snatched it up to read the story.

Seriously, you guys. If they had deliberately set out to write a story about Barbie and Ken discovering their homosexuality, they couldn’t have done much better. This was the gayest thing in the whole world. Immediately we purchased it. I scanned the pages and tweaked the text so that it tells the story properly, and now you may look at it here (just click “next picture” to read the whole thing). Keep in mind: the images are unaltered (except for the hot dog guy’s paper, which originally said “Deed”), but the text is sexually explicit on, like, two pages.

Yeah, so, I spent probably more time than I should have yesterday doing that, and then I worked very successfully on Plastic for a while. I harassed link_worshiper for most of the day, discussed important Quatre/Trowa D/s stuff with ZG, and also worked on MV’s for quite some time. Overall it was a highly productive day (though I dunno how much the coloring book counts). Today I have to do my MRCAeX, since it’s the last day of the month and all (which means MoR contest ends tomorrow *__*), so that’s what I’ll be doing at least for a while. I’d like to get to some more Plastic too, though. We’ll see.

Also, somehow, I didn’t eat at all yesterday.

OH YEAH I FORGOT ABOUT MY DREAM(S). So, aside from a string of incoherent nonsense that related, for some reason, to Meet the Parents (????), I dreamed that I was a dentist just starting out as a new partner at a small practice. I had a patient there, but this insistent woman had called me… she sounded like a telemarketer at first, but after not long I realized that she was just crazy. She kept playing me these random recordings, one of which sounded like really boring court proceedings and the rest of which I forget.

Anyway, I hung up on her, but she called back. She was crying miserably and talking about how she was going to get in trouble; she wanted something from me, but I never figured out what it was. I told her firmly that I had no idea who she was or what she wanted, but that I wasn’t interested… and she responded hysterically that she didn’t know how to speak Turkish. Then I hung up on her again. My secretary was glad that I’d ended the conversation decisively, because she was tired of the woman calling.

Yeah, so that was weird.