win called! you were suppose to tell me she was in peselvania? how ever you spell it...haha i was reading this story abt gay pplz it funny! its called "it started with a dare" hehe but do you know an stories abt vampires?
Oo, sounds funky. And painful. You'd have to relive the moment again and again...
I use a thimble. =S
I love the word thimble... thimble. thimble thimble thimble...
C... Coraline? That wasn't exactly a doll movie. But it had a character with buttons for eyes.
Huh. That's kinda... well, I dunno. Foggy. I can't say I really have any odd bathroom habits, although I do have a routine for getting stuff out of the shower which I have to follow almost religiously or my brother yells at me. XD
Sorry I would have commented on your story if my computer let me, but it's too dumb. Anyways, I think that you should keep writing Amara. It was really good, and I really want to know what happens next
I've never really been able to do the monkey bars. My puny arms are too weak to get much further than a couple of swings. Hmmm, sounds like torture!
Yes, you can get an infection from a needle if you manage to poke yourself hard enough. But it's reasonably unlikely.
Yes, they were miniature animals. Well, the mice were about real-life size. So was the shrew. But the pigs were a lot smaller than normal.
Mmm, talking toys are scary. And it is indeed the eyes that do me in. Especially if they're the ones that are meant to imitate real eyes. I personally hate those more than the simple black button ones.
We used to tell each other a random ghost story about a doll when we were in middle school... I can't remember how it went. But there was something about footsteps on the staircase...
chromaggia is a song from the Repo! The Genetic Opera soundtrack. basically in the song, the woman is giving up something given to her, because she would rather be without it than have it and be controlled by the person who gave it to her.
Oo, I know, dolls scare me too. I had little animals in my doll's house for a while - mice and such. They just looked less scary. But then they all fell apart one by one... and I couldn't really repair them very well, being the devil with a needle that I am.
Yeah, I have a fixation with all things miniature. I still have a doll's house, and I'd love to do it up, but whenever my cousins come over (they're three and six) they tend to mess it up, so I don't think I'd be able to keep it in a great condition.