Holly Doll

Willits High School

Class of 2003

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Holly Doll - Class of 2003 - Willits High School

First Name	Holly
Last Name	Doll
Graduation Year	Class of 2003
Gender	Female
Current Location	Sacramento, California
Hometown	North Hollywood, California
Relationship Status	In a Relationship
About Me	Submerged in the world of fashion, fellowship, modeling, design and life; My infatuation lies in the intimacy, the breath, the rush and the wait, the time, the energy - the lack of both -and the ability to continue to function and flourish with an ease and a beauty that causes even the most stone-faced admirer to exhale audibly. Being in front of the camera is my passion and takes up a large chunk of my life since 2008...but here a glimpse into the rest of my passions that allows me to be who i am in front of the lens...... I am an educated, passionate & motivated woman managing a career, a family, a lifestyle & a dream. I am in love with a tattooed hooligan with a heart of gold and a bonus mom to a ridiculously rad little man. I am a homemaker, a business woman, a caregiver, a model, a friend, a daughter, a sister, a reality and everything in between. And this is My Dollhouse. I am a firm believer in the idea that there are certain things in life where anything less than amazing is unacceptable… ...things like third dates. Half-price Sushi. wooden roller coasters. puppy belly rubs. bubble baths. deep kisses. Sunsets. Crushes. great food after last call. two days off in a row. post it notes. Godiva’s white chocolate anything. Mustangs. matching bras and panties. heartstring-tugging photographs. classic icons: Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn and Johnny Cash. Pon & Zi cartoons. homemade tamales (thanks Grams). magnetic poetry. cracker jacks at 2am. the phrase "eff my life!" (sorry Mom - it‘s just sometimes the only thing that encompasses the moment correctly). ball point pens. yellow rockstars. Evonne's MySpace video narration. body paint. new remixes of old songs. dermal anchors. intimate yet professional connections. vanilla See's lollipops. My four-legged kids n my bonus kid. skinny sweatshirts. boyfriend sweats. Venti 190 degree nonfat no foam sugar free vanilla green tea lattes. movie nights. acrylic nails. 24. Johnny Depp. Oh yes…..Johnny Depp. freshly trimmed hair. short dresses. poolside sessions. gay bars. Club guest lists. live local bands. apple scented perfume. sweet factory sour ribbons. vegetables and ranch. matching dinnerware. continuous text message conversations. lazy days with no words. puppy love. San Francisco. Random threats to cut of ANYTHING that bothers you with a pocket knife (Thanks Dad - “I can’t walk anymore my feet hurt”. “that’s okay honey come here I have my pocket knife we’ll cut them off”). clam chowder in a bread bowl. stiletto pumps. dance competitions. driving nowhere. random texts and calls from those long lost. holding. 4 am Dennys. 2 am INK. flip flops. fresh sheets. ice air conditioning and thick comforters. not so funny bashing songs. commissioned paintings. the word "amazing". Falling in love…now there’s something that if anything less than amazing is unacceptable. tunics and leggings. lip liner and opaque lip gloss. piggy back rides. nap time. chuck tennies...(read more)