Dec 15
I think I might have a problem
The Penguins are playing the Flyers right now so I had to turn the marshmonsters around to watch. Alisha started preaching about how its unnatural to obsess over marshmallows and how if I lived in Arkansas and tried pulling that shit, I’d get gang-raped by a baseball team called the Galaxies. Then Henry said something stupid and shit-coated, like, “Did you just take another picture of them?
They haven’t CHANGED” and I was like, “But people on Twitter might be curious as to what’s going on with them right now.
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Then I went upstairs to pee and while peeing I started thinking things through, this whole marshmallow thing I mean, and I started thinking about how I never played with dolls when I was a kid, and maybe this is some latent need to play and dress inanimate objects that just bloomed late inside of me.
Or maybe I just really like to make food into play things, because this is not the first time I’ve lost myself in the world of make believe edible friends.
And it probably won’t be the last, either.
This hockey game is fucking fantastico, by the by.
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So whats the problem?
The problem lies in the fact that I’m annoying everyone with these marshmallow bastards. I think Henry is going to kidnap them.
Sounds like THEIR problem.You should super glue them down so Henry can’t move them.
Misty, I like you more and more each day!
As someone who obsesses over barbie shoes and food, I’m going to say you don’t have a problem. Although, if Henry did kidnap them, make sure he takes ransom pictures of them all gagged and tied up. That is something that can’t be left off Twitter.
I think what’s going on is that Henry is just completely jealous that I have things to fill that void, and it’s not him!
That kind of sounds like I’m having sex with marshmallows.
I was honored to be in their presence.
Yeah! Thank you, Brenna!