Originally Posted by Kylie-chan
...when did that happen? @_@ +wants to copyright the word muffin+
I don't like My Little Pony, Dakota. But I used to play with my Barbie dolls. Actually, I didn't like the dolls. I liked setting up their neighbourhoods with all the detailed little accessories. That was so fun. Then I'd enact soapie-like things with them. I was a morbid little kid when I was seven and I used to have my dolls suiciding. o_o; Also, I'd have Ken cheating on Barbie with Barbie 2. But then I lost my Ken doll, so I took one of my dolls, cut her hair, and dressed her up like a boy. And so that guy became my Ken because I didn't want to use the military doll my brother got when he was four. I used to use it sometimes, though, because Barbie would need someone to cheat on Ken with. I had a heap of dolls and most of them are dismembered now... probably because I used to rip their heads off. Why did I do that? Because my dolls liked to have parties to show off their nicely-dressed-up houses. I'd get this huge container I had and fill it up with water. Then I'd dunk them all in there and sing to them. And then they'd start fighting over my "Ken" doll and rip each other's heads off and throw them into the water. Then I'd take them to hospital and put their heads back on, but they never were quite the same. Mine rarely got married or did the usual stuff. No, mine had wars and explored the Seven Seas of my house. One time my Ken doll ended up on an island with some tribe and fell in love with one of the Barbies, in a Pocahonta-esque fashion. And then I used to ditch all of their pretty clothes and dress them up in clothes made of rags and act out fantasy novels I'd read. My favourite stories involved characters going and living in caves in ragged clothes and living on bread and water. Sometimes they went and hid from their abusive husbands, but I think that was inspired by the way my father acts. Then their husband would come to try to find their wife again - no divorce in these times XP -, but then some wild girl from the woods would hide them away, and then the woman would fall in love with the wild girl's brother, and then the brother would stab her in the back literally and figuratively and run off with the victim's sister. o_____o
Would you ever guess that kind of behaviour from me? D; See what a screwed up little kid I am/was? O_o; </rant>
Oh, and I'm fine, guys. ^___^ +gives muffins to everyone+ :3
