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.