Oh, and it was probably Return to Oz. That's how I was playing it, anyway because I got a rock from the side of my house and drew a face on him to be the Nome King.

But even if it was the Wizard of Oz, that doesn't mean I'm gay. And we watched Wizard of Oz every year. It was something of an event. She had no problem with that. So why throw out my house?

I can't remember what "dolls", if any, there were. Maybe some simple, rectangular cardboard ones. I vaguelly recall using my GI Joes in there anyway. I don't think I'd play with cardboard dolls.

You know, I'm glad that I don't talk to her any more. I just think about her constantly throwing out my stuff or giving it to my sisters who subsequently destroyed it and I think, "Good riddance to that bitch. I'm glad that she'll die alone."

Is it worth holding a grudge? I think so. Yeah, she's not healthy and she'll probably die soon but this whole throwing my stuff away business really bothers me. She never even apologised. Or explained why she did it. What possible explanation could there even be?

So fuck her.