There are three things that I can think of that I have phobias of.
1. Clowns- they are scary and evil, I can't look at them, I can't be by one, just the sight of one on tv makes me get the willies
2. Rodents- I become a screaming, leaping on chair girly girl when one is around, again, I can't even look at them when they are on tv
3. Dolls- especially hideous porcelain dolls with the blinking eyes, but all dolls in general give me the heebie geebies, except for Barbie, I think because I can smack her to the floor and stomp on her plastic body that her plastic head shoots off, I am ok with this, but the bigger dolls, no thanks.
You can imagine my delight at when at school they tell us that before we go and start doing facials on human victims, we get to practice on doll heads! Big scary doll heads that the hair stylists use when they are learning how to cut hair.
So, here I am trying to do a facial on this freakin doll that keeps looking at me with its freaky plastic eyes, and its scary plastic smile is giving me the willies, so I have to look away. I am now doing a facial looking away from my doll. I have now mastered the blind mans facial! What's next, doing facials with my hands tied behind my back..that's the bondage facial I will be learning that next week!
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
12 comments:
liz, someday you will ache like I ache....(no not a hole fan, just like that song...whatever!)
Hole fan. Vampy hearts Courtney. I've seen it. hehehe...dude, why are you so afraid of molded plastic. This is a new phobia that I haven't heard you speak of before. The clown thing I still don't get, but you are you, so....lylys!!
dude, you knew my phobia with dolls, I think it goes back to the dancearella or what ever that freakin doll was called that Joan had, that I wasn't allowed to play with, and then when I was holding it that one day..it started moving, and doing freaky things....
I'm with you on the creepy porcelain dolls. There's this shop downtown in my home town that has all these really disturbing looking porcelain "baby" dolls. I swear to god, one of them has RED EYES. I'm afraid it's going to eat my soul.
And clowns. HOLY SHIT! They totally freak me out. I can deal with the really happy ones who actually talk, but the ones that won't speak to you and/or the ones with scary evil faces really give me the wiggins. When I went to Busch Gardens last Friday they were just starting up their whole Halloween thing, and there's one part of the park where all these scary-ass clowns follow you around not saying anything. One snuck up behind me and honked it's little clown horn and I FLIPPED OUT and ran screaming away. Suave.
p.s. I'm afraid of WAY more stuff than that thought. Heights, small enclosed spaces, stinging insects, failure. Yeah, I'm a basket case ;)
I hate Dolls!! I'm always scared that they are gonna walk around at night and giggle.:shudder:
As for clowns, who doesn't hate the scary mutha fuckers?!?
Vampy wants to be the girl with the most cake! Here is a little therapy for your clown phobia. Rent "Shakes the Clown", with Bobcat Goldthwait. You'll laugh your ass off and hate mimes afterwards. I once dated a chica that had a clown fetish.
It's the dead, dead eyes on those freaky dolls, man. Heebeejeebee
jesus christo...you people are strange. It's plastic for &%$#@ sake!! And clowns...hello..regular person underneath makeup(maybe)...I must be a freak, as I've analysed this since reading this post last eve, and I can't come up with one single friggin phobia. Feelin sorta left out perhaps....but phobia free.
When I was but a wee little Killy I used to melt those plastic Barbies from Happy Meals with a magnifying glass. I would entertain myself for hours burning shit that way: leaves, sticks, toys, clothing, tried to burn my sister once but she wouldn't sit still.
But...I thought rodents were Goth?
Smiley, Cranky's IN "Shakes the Clown". Freaky.
You should make the freaky doll-head Goth.
My ex's sister got one of those big-ass Barbie styling heads for her birthday - she brushed the hair once and the head fell off. BWHAHAHAHAHAH.
I much prefer stuffed animals. Can't you practice on a nice plush doggie? ;)
Post a Comment