FISHPASTE. my new blond friend.
The name of my newly acquired and most favorite gift. A My Little Pony doll, presented and packaged still in peak condition, by my newly adoptive pretend parents (awesome)… who are, well, basically the same age as me if you add there age and divide by ALOT (!!).
I truly feel a connection between myself and Fishpaste, we both have red faces and yellow hair, except she looks cool with her red face, mine is an unfortunate side effect of too many of the 'cry' cocktail and hyperventilation fits.….. FUN
Well we wont dive into our dashingly similar looks too deeply, I might discover that I have 4 legs and eat hay… that would just send me of the edge. Right?
You know that feeling when you are so happy you could punch some one…. well I know the latter. scary thing is I am not even a puncher, AND I am struggling to find the happy part.
I will be most ecstatic when this pit in my stomach disappears completely. Then I can go on to being the Fishpaste loving, tequila drinking, late night u turner that I know I can be…. and have been many times before.
True Story. Pit, GO AWAY!
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