(me with Amy a long time ago)
So this is one of those thing that i shouldnt admit,
but last night i found myself missing my doll.
Dont get me wrong,
i'm fairly sure that i'm a all-rounded normal 26 year old,
last night i was thinking about my doll Amy.
I've had Amy since i was knee high to a grass hopper,
and when i go home for the summer i pull her out of storage
(ie. a black bag in a cupboard in the house)
and like to have her in my bed with me.
i dont know,
does this make me odd?
Perhaps it does...
but then again being called odd
is not unfamiliar territory.