Sunday, September 25, 2011

Doll-face....

(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,
but yes,
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.


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