Of course this talent seems to disappear when real life needs arise, such as finding the nearest psychiatrist for a kooky neighbor, whom I had heavily advised to see a shrink.
But I found over the years and over the course of many disappointing life directions, I have never found myself happier then trying to find a rare limited edition version of a 2013 Christmas ornament based on Tim Burton's Corpse Bride.
What I mean to say is, I live for the hunt, and it has brought me many nice experiences, like my first trip to Disneyworld which required months of avid searching (I had to know which cupcake variant was the best across Magic kingdom park)and of course collecting my first ever BJD...AKA a Ball jointed doll. A resin creation quite creepy to see at first, but warms the heart once hair and eyes are applied(hah). And although my family is extremely reluctant to welcome this new obsession into the household, I cant say I will ever go back.
In present, they helplessly watch as I spend ridiculous amounts of money on child sized figures who will all probably end up killing me in my sleep.
That would be a bummer...
If I don't write in a couple of weeks, you all can assume what happened to me.
-CC signing out
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