I've always known this and have taken great strides to appear normal. When I was a little girl I would mutilate my Barbies because I wanted to make them different. After I realized they were hideous in their individuality I would throw them away.
It is my belief that little girls should feel a maternal attachment to their dollies or stuffed animals, but I didn't. My parents would tuck me into bed and strategically place all of my stuffed animals by my side and once they left the room I would kick them off so that I had the bed to myself. I would make sure to get up early to put them back on the bed before anyone found out.
I was most interested in sex as a child. My favorite thing to do was to make all the boys line up and show me their penises and then I would judge which was the biggest (at six years old there is no "biggest") and I did this until one little brat told his mother that I said he was the biggest and my game was over.
So that is why it doesn't surprise me that I have an arsenal of torture techniques that I dream of using on people who piss me off. It's natural for me to assume that the girl who is missing in Aruba has been ground up and fed to fish because that is exactly what I would do with a body.
These are not shocking thoughts to me. What's shocking is that we are still talking about the missing girl in Aruba when she has so obviously been ground up and fed to fish. But I guess that's the difference between me and you.
I hope I will never follow through with something like putting birth control pills into a mans beverage everyday until he starts to grow breasts, but it's not above me. I mean, if the guy is an asshole, why not give him breasts to knock him down a few pegs?
And then there are those people who may be thinking, "she needs to be knocked down a few pegs", and to those people I say: fuck off. If you don't like what you read in my blog, don't read it. And if you feel like you must post a comment about your opinion of me, please leave a way for me to reach you. It's only fair, right?
