Someone talked about dolls today. Makes me wonder about the condition of my old Barbie dolls. Haha! I know right? So odd.
At first i had this strange urge to play with them. Then i found it ridiculous to play pretend with the dolls(alone), giving them a name, then stripping them out of their clothes and dressing them up for dates or whatsoever.
And anyway, i couldn't find the ken doll. And they looked hideous anyway. (because i recall i only have two and they looked absolutely disgusting. and then, i prefered Barbies then.)
So, i checked them out and noticed almost all of them were gone.
Ohwell.
And those that were left were doll clothes and the dolls that remained looked tortured and their hair with split ends. (ahah! kidding, they just look pulled and dry and.. ew.)
Actually, the truth is, all my dolls are gone. Except my sister's. ( I think)
But that's worse isn't it? Darn Jo. Or darn my mother. She threw out most of them. I used to have zillions of dolls. Gee.
Dolls Dolls Dolls. It's boring to play alone. Well, back to feeling sad and alone again. Another of these nights, what a bother.