Barbie Doll House Makes A Great Gift

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one night i was just playing the 360 when i saw my sisters life size barbie doll ( 5 ft). I Saw her staring at me from across the room by my sisters stuff. I continued playing xbox for about an hour and she was still staring at me and i tried not to pay any attention to her. I was thinking man wtf is this chick up to, i will never go out with you, your my sisters friend. I continued playing Xbox and she was STILL STARING. I couldn’t take it anymore so i went up to her to see what she was doing and we started kissing like really passionately. IDK but somehow i ended up on top of her on the bed and i got lost in her eyes, I could tell she wanted sex but i tried so hard to resist coz she’s my sisters friend. In the end i gave up. She has a crack between her legs from people pulling her legs apart and i went and got a soaked sponge with a hole and lube and stuffed it in there. I can tell you that we had lots of fun coz you can move around her legs into lots of positions. Later when my family got home i felt really guilty. It’s hard man but when i look back on it it’s like OMFG you lost your virginity to a 5 foot petite blonde barbie doll, wtf IS WRONG WITH YOU?. i guess i was just really horny and wanted to know what sex was like other than ye old hand and penis. Whenever i see her she has this gaze and i can’t fucking help myself so i decided to bury her in the backyard coz i was angry with her coz she was a doll and stole my virginity and coz maybe in like 5 years time my sister can see her again and i’ll put her like under the house and plan for someone to find her but in 5 years she will be over it and it was her favourite toy so i didn’t want to destroy it. My sister asked where my barbie doll was and i told her i threw it away because you don’t want to grow up to be a sl.ut like barbie. I got into heaps of trouble from my parents coz it was like 0 +. In my dreams i was constantly thinking about her, about how sad she would be, and her face keep visualising in my thoughts and about worms fingering her so i went and dug her up and got dishwashing liquid mixed with a bit of water and put it over where i buried her and lots of worms came to the surface and i got them and burned them FOR FUCKING WITH MY BITCH. I washed her up and then did her again. After that i decided tot just put her in the attic and use when ever i needed. After a few weeks i got bored of her. I really only think i liked her because i was having sex with the female anatomy, sure i could of picked up some easy chik at school if i was that deperate but this chick was a hot blonde.So yer basically im over that sl.ut and now she is just sitting in the attic and i want to know.Should i destory her? because i think it’s gone past the point where she is an innocent barbie doll and my sister has had a big cry and has forgotten barbie now but if i don’t mention her she won’t care but that was her friend for heaps of years. should i give the doll back to my little sister because i know it means alot to her but should i not give it to her because of the things i did to her. But she will never know these things if no one tells her right, but then the guilt of seeing her playing with barbie the sl.ut? barbie was a sl.ut anyway. GRRR IDK help me?
17 year old Australian
Am i a loser?

three nights in the past six days i’ve had dreams that keep repeating.

the first time i just found out i was going to my best friends house in two days. i dreamt that i went to her house but i was really late so when we were supposed to be out of her house at 7pm to go somewhere when i got there i looked at the clock and it was 9pm. i woke up and realized it wasn’t real but then fell asleep and dreamt an almost-exact dream at least two other times.

then another night i dreamt that i was staying near the beach or something and i know i did go to the beach and i think i may have got in an almost-drowining accident but then i got in this barbie-like car but it was big and i luna lovegood from harry potter and my cousin were both there. that car part when we were driving kept repeating over and over except little things changed each time so by my last dream it was pretty different.

then the last night i don’t remember what it was about i just know that my dream repeated.

help!

Ella

She twirls and she whirls everywhere she goes
Everyday she acts like there’s something she knows
That we don’t, she is a princess
She wanders the house in that Barbie dress
She believes in dreams and magic
Her magic wand is an old oak stick
She searches for Tinker Bell
She has many secrets to tell
Her bed is a castle, the closet a new land
She holds her dreams in the palm of her hand
Every day is a fairy tale to her
When you watch her you’re sure
That dreams come true
She once told me that they do
She says Peter Pan took her to Neverland
She said, “Take my hand
And I’ll take you there”
Suddenly I feel like I’m walking on air
You look at her and she’s Cinderella
But then you blink and she’s just Ella

Ella

She twirls and she whirls everywhere she goes
Everyday she acts like there’s something she knows
That we don’t, she is a princess
She wanders the house in that Barbie dress
She believes in dreams and magic
Her magic wand is an old oak stick
She searches for Tinker Bell
She has many secrets to tell
Her bed is a castle, the closet a new land
She holds her dreams in the palm of her hand
Every day is a fairy tale to her
When you watch her you’re sure
That dreams come true
She once told me that they do
She says Peter Pan took her to Neverland
She said, “Take my hand
And I’ll take you there”
Suddenly I feel like I’m walking on air
You look at her and she’s Cinderella
But then you blink and she’s just Ella

I had a dream I walked into an old ladys house (very big like a mansion) and somehow in my dream she looked very familiar even though I have no idea who she is. She said "Come and eat dinner." and there was a big steak on the table but i wasnt hungry so I just walked upstairs and the old lady followed me. Then there was a dead chubby boy laying down on the floor with a fork stuck in his throat. Then the old lady said "sorry, he chocked on a fork then tripped and broke his ankle" so i ran downstairs and walked out the front door and the chubby’s boy ghost was there staring at me! So I ran back inside and my parents were suddenly there and they said "Lets go into the garage" so we went into the garage and there was a big hole on the side of the garage so I tried to crawl through it but my parents said wait! and i said "wut" and they said "arent these perfect presesnts for abbie and mason? (my bro and sis) and there were two bags filled with barbie dolls and teddys bears. and i said "yeah lets go" and just as we started to leave a creepy womens voice said "I dont think your going ANYWHERE" and she started laughing evilly and then I woke up and started crying because i was so scared (and no im not 5 im 13). So help from a phsycologist? (or however you spell it?)
I didnt fucking make it up. Try telling that to everyone else on the internet waiting for their dreams to be interpreted.

Hey princy-poos!

I recently got over anorexia, which I had for like a whole month, and so I wanted to host a fab ‘I Beat Anorexia’ party. There’s only one problem, it clashes with my sisters funeral, and mum won’t let me post pone. Firstly, this is completely unfair! Mum acts as if the girls death was completely shocking! She’s had leukaemia or whatever since she was 11! She was 12 and a half last Saturday. They knew it was coming, they should be lucky she lasted as long as she did. Not only are they hosting the funeral on the same day as my proposed party, but they are serving light finger food. What sort of a bitchh serves food at a funeral her previously-anorexic daughter will be near? I might relapse and totally die of anorexia. She’s being negligent, and I am seriously considering reporting her for child abuse. I may be 19, but it’s still abuse.

Don’t worry, it’s not just that, it gets worse. When I was 7, all I wanted for my birthday was a Princess Barbie. Mum crashed the car on MY BIRTHDAY and, has ever since, been a quadriplegic. Not only have I had to push her around in public, I never got my Princess Barbie. Ever since then, my life has been unbearable. Then that cow of a sister came along. First it was bearable. Then, she got sick and all of a sudden it needed one of MY kidneys or she was going to die. Lie number one. I refused to give away MY kidney and she DIDN’T die! Then she was diagnosed as mildly retarded. Lie number two. She wasn’t retarded. Then, and this is worst of all, on the 14th of September 2000, when I was 9 and it was 2, she broke into my bedroom and broke my ‘Little Chest o’Dreams Barbie House’. Karma came around though, and a few years later she got cancer. God, one of my happiest Christmases. Anyway, she got all sick (disgusting to sit next to in the car, always coughing) and mum would always pay attention to her! She would do all this crap, like lose a lot of hair, all around the house! No friends could come over without seeing hair everywhere! She’d have seizures, foam from the mouth, and ruin my clothes! Granted they were handy-downs, but she RUINED my old clothes.

Anyway, I’ve ranted a bit, please don’t apologise, I’ve become accustomed to being thrown around my whole life, and that’s why I’m not going to pass up this party.And she has taken away my credit card priviliges because "it’s going to cost a lot of money for the funeral" – um, wtf? Throw the damn kid in the river and give me the money that is MINE! You WORK so your kids can have what they need! It’s like a human right under the ‘Universal Decleration of Human Rights’! I seriosuly hate her guts. I want her dead. I finally accomplished something on my own, and they want to take it away from me! I’m thinking of either setting the house on fire, on the morning of the party/funeral so the casket burns OR run away.

Thanks!

Hey princy-poos!

I recently got over anorexia, which I had for like a whole month, and so I wanted to host a fab ‘I Beat Anorexia’ party. There’s only one problem, it clashes with my sisters funeral, and mum won’t let me post pone. Firstly, this is completely unfair! Mum acts as if the girls death was completely shocking! She’s had leukaemia or whatever since she was 11! She was 12 and a half last Saturday. They knew it was coming, they should be lucky she lasted as long as she did. Not only are they hosting the funeral on the same day as my proposed party, but they are serving light finger food. What sort of a bitchh serves food at a funeral her previously-anorexic daughter will be near? I might relapse and totally die of anorexia. She’s being negligent, and I am seriously considering reporting her for child abuse. I may be 19, but it’s still abuse.

Don’t worry, it’s not just that, it gets worse. When I was 7, all I wanted for my birthday was a Princess Barbie. Mum crashed the car on MY BIRTHDAY and, has ever since, been a quadriplegic. Not only have I had to push her around in public, I never got my Princess Barbie. Ever since then, my life has been unbearable. Then that cow of a sister came along. First it was bearable. Then, she got sick and all of a sudden it needed one of MY kidneys or she was going to die. Lie number one. I refused to give away MY kidney and she DIDN’T die! Then she was diagnosed as mildly retarded. Lie number two. She wasn’t retarded. Then, and this is worst of all, on the 14th of September 2000, when I was 9 and it was 2, she broke into my bedroom and broke my ‘Little Chest o’Dreams Barbie House’. Karma came around though, and a few years later she got cancer. God, one of my happiest Christmases. Anyway, she got all sick (disgusting to sit next to in the car, always coughing) and mum would always pay attention to her! She would do all this crap, like lose a lot of hair, all around the house! No friends could come over without seeing hair everywhere! She’d have seizures, foam from the mouth, and ruin my clothes! Granted they were handy-downs, but she RUINED my old clothes.

Anyway, I’ve ranted a bit, please don’t apologise, I’ve become accustomed to being thrown around my whole life, and that’s why I’m not going to pass up this party. I finally accomplished something on my own, and they want to take it away from me! I’m thinking of either setting the house on fire, on the morning of the party/funeral so the casket burns OR run away.

Thanks!

I recently got over anorexia, which I had for like a whole month, and so I wanted to host a fab ‘I Beat Anorexia’ party. There’s only one problem, it clashes with my sisters funeral, and mum won’t let me post pone. Firstly, this is completely unfair! Mum acts as if the girls death was completely shocking! She’s had leukaemia or whatever since she was 11! She was 12 and a half last Saturday. They knew it was coming, they should be lucky she lasted as long as she did. Not only are they hosting the funeral on the same day as my proposed party, but they are serving light finger food. What sort of a bitchh serves food at a funeral her previously-anorexic daughter will be near? I might relapse and totally die of anorexia. She’s being negligent, and I am seriously considering reporting her for child abuse. I may be 19, but it’s still abuse. I could make sure she gets put away for a long time.

Don’t worry, it’s not just that, it gets worse. When I was 7, all I wanted for my birthday was a Princess Barbie. Mum crashed the car on MY BIRTHDAY and, has ever since, been a quadriplegic. Not only have I had to push her around in public, I never got MY Princess Barbie. Ever since then, MY life has been unbearable. Then that cow of a sister came along. First it was bearable. Then, she got sick and all of a sudden it needed one of MY kidneys or it was going to die. Lie number one. I refused to give away MY kidney and it DIDN’T die! Then it was diagnosed as mildly retarded. Lie number two. It wasn’t retarded. Then, and this is worst of all, on the 14th of September 2000, when I was 9 and it was 2, it broke into my bedroom and broke my ‘Little Chest o’Dreams Barbie House’. Karma came around though, and a few years later it got cancer. God, one of my happiest Christmases. Anyway, it got all sick (disgusting to sit next to in the car, always coughing – my parents never thought about me) and mum would always pay attention to her! "She’ll have to stay in bed for two weeks, can you feed her hamster" – Um, wtf? She can feed her own god damn hamster.I don’t give a crap if she’s going to die, I’m not her slave. She would do all this crap, like lose a lot of hair, all around the house! No friends could come over without seeing hair everywhere! She’d have seizures, foam from the mouth, and ruin my clothes! Granted they were my old ones, but she RUINED them. Last year she stopped breathing and the ambulance siren woke me up the night before my prom and I didn’t look good in the photos.

Anyway, I’ve ranted a bit, please don’t apologise, I’ve become accustomed to being thrown around my whole life, and that’s why I’m not going to pass up this party. My mum has also taken away my credit card priviliges because "it’s going to cost a lot of money for the funeral" – um, wtf? Throw the damn kid in the river and give me the money that is MINE! You WORK so your kids can have what they need! It’s like a human right under the ‘Universal Decleration of Human Rights’! I seriosuly hate my mum’s guts. I want her dead. I finally accomplished something on my own, and she wants to take it away from me! I’m thinking of either setting the house on fire, on the morning of the party/funeral so the casket burns OR run away.

Thank you.
i’m back

Hey princy-poos!

I recently got over anorexia, which I had for like a whole month, and so I wanted to host a fab ‘I Beat Anorexia’ party. There’s only one problem, it clashes with my sisters funeral, and mum won’t let me post pone. Firstly, this is completely unfair! Mum acts as if the girls death was completely shocking! She’s had leukaemia or whatever since she was 11! She was 12 and a half last Saturday. They knew it was coming, they should be lucky she lasted as long as she did. Not only are they hosting the funeral on the same day as my proposed party, but they are serving light finger food. What sort of a bitchh serves food at a funeral her previously-anorexic daughter will be near? I might relapse and totally die of anorexia. She’s being negligent, and I am seriously considering reporting her for child abuse. I may be 19, but it’s still abuse. I could make sure she gets put away for a long time.

Don’t worry, it’s not just that, it gets worse. When I was 7, all I wanted for my birthday was a Princess Barbie. Mum crashed the car on MY BIRTHDAY and, has ever since, been a quadriplegic. Not only have I had to push her around in public, I never got MY Princess Barbie. Ever since then, MY life has been unbearable. Then that cow of a sister came along. First it was bearable. Then, she got sick and all of a sudden it needed one of MY kidneys or it was going to die. Lie number one. I refused to give away MY kidney and it DIDN’T die! Then it was diagnosed as mildly retarded. Lie number two. It wasn’t retarded. Then, and this is worst of all, on the 14th of September 2000, when I was 9 and it was 2, it broke into my bedroom and broke my ‘Little Chest o’Dreams Barbie House’. Karma came around though, and a few years later it got cancer. God, one of my happiest Christmases. Anyway, it got all sick (disgusting to sit next to in the car, always coughing – my parents never thought about me) and mum would always pay attention to her! "She’ll have to stay in bed for two weeks, can you feed her hamster" – Um, wtf? She can feed her own god damn hamster.I don’t give a crap if she’s going to die, I’m not her slave. She would do all this crap, like lose a lot of hair, all around the house! No friends could come over without seeing hair everywhere! She’d have seizures, foam from the mouth, and ruin my clothes! Granted they were my old ones, but she RUINED them. Last year she stopped breathing and the ambulance siren woke me up the night before my prom and I didn’t look good in the photos.

Anyway, I’ve ranted a bit, please don’t apologise, I’ve become accustomed to being thrown around my whole life, and that’s why I’m not going to pass up this party. My mum has also taken away my credit card priviliges because "it’s going to cost a lot of money for the funeral" – um, wtf? Throw the damn kid in the river and give me the money that is MINE! You WORK so your kids can have what they need! It’s like a human right under the ‘Universal Decleration of Human Rights’! I seriosuly hate my mum’s guts. I want her dead. I finally accomplished something on my own, and she wants to take it away from me! I’m thinking of either setting the house on fire, on the morning of the party/funeral so the casket burns OR run away.

Thanks!

I have the weirdest dreams. I will give you my weirdest dream.

Dream:
My friend that really doesn’t have a brother has an older brother that is my age in the dream, and I do not have a crush in the dream so I think, "Hey! Maybe I can like him!" So then, it’s the middle of the night and he comes over, which in my dream isn’t the littlest bit weird. When I answer, he says, "Iron Man is coming to my house!" So we get really scared. Iron Man is supposed to destroy houses. So we run over to his house, but everything is normal. So we go into the kitchen. (This is where it gets REALLY weird.) Sitting at the kitchen table is a hippie with dreadlocks, everything tiedie, and a guitar, and an old lady wearing a nightgown. On the table is a styrofoam bowl of paint that is divided down the middle, black on one side and white on the other. Then the hippie starts playing the guitar and singing. He has a very strong south accent. The old lady puts her hands in the bowl, mixing the paint together. Then she licks her hands (that have paint on them) and starts laughing hysterically. So then it is daytime and me and the boy are running from an old guy that comes out of no where. Then we run into somebody’s backyard, but they are sitting there in a lawn chair, reading the newspaper and surrounded by pots, gnomes, and flamingos. "We thought it was your front yard." We say, and then we run into a giant barbie house where this girl that likes the boy start to chase us and we start crawling around inside a giant teddy bear.

What does this dream mean???