Bianca lives in the corner. She's about six feet tall, wears a size four or six, and has a thing for bridesmaid dresses and disco makeup at all times. Lately, she's taken to wearing a long brown wig, but has also been known to wear a short blond pixie.
She had an accident a few years ago, and lost her hands - her replacement, still doesn't fit right. She's been compaining alot about it, so I keep looking on eBay for the right ones.
Bianca is a big girl - her nickname is Sasquatch, but since she comes apart at the waist she's manageable when she needs to travel. The movers really enjoyed her company last year, but weren't quite sure where it was PC to hold her.
Because she never blinks, Bianca can scare people who come to visit. I used to make her wear sunglasses, but she eventually put the cabash on that - and hid them.
We've had one big fight: when I sold my first condo, the realtor begged me to put her in the storage room, and I relented. Bianca has never let me forget this betrayal.
Here she is with her boyfriend:
She was feeling fairly posh when I took this shot. She's a little vain being seen with the King.
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Yes I talk to her sometimes. Yes I change her clothes once in a while, especially for parties. She's like the big doll I didn't have when I was a kid, and I can keep playing dress-up. We've been roomates for something like 15 years now; I'm so used to seeing her when I get home each day that I can't imagine my home without her.
Did anyone see the movie "Lars and the Real Girl?" I can't tell you how many of my friends called me up to ask if I knew the writer or filmakers. And that maybe I should sue.
Finally, when I saw the open call about inanimate objects with feelings I didn't even think of Bianca. It took me while. Feel free to begin the analysis now.