yeah, so somehow i have been unable to, after all of these years, make it all the way through Welcome to the Dollhouse. as much as i love heather matarazzo, and i do. i had never been able to sit through the unbearable discomfort of dawn weiner's life (no matter how much i love that kitschy poster, and i really do).
well, thank you netflix instant watch for helping me cross this one off the list. i plopped myself into a warm bath tonight and propped up the laptop and let the angst unfurl.
wow. not only do i not miss many parts about the early 90's that i had forgotten about or junior high; but i was that awkward and now i remember why i couldn't make it through the entire film before now.
guess who's going to watch flight of the conchords until she feels a little better? that's right.
just call me dawn.
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