Another GOTY?!?!

So, I was lounging on the human's couch, thinking about what I could buy on e-bay with the human's credit card and pondering a little snooze, when this thing appeared beside me. Now, mind you, I was comfy, nearly ready to take a little snooze when this thing broke my peace and quiet. Now, Kailey, as she asked to be called, was wearing a tank style blue dress with ruffles and flowers. Ruffles. And. Flowers. /Gag. She cheerfully introduced herself to me as "Kailey, the GOTY for 2003" and announced that she comes from California. So that explained the weird outfit and the hemp shoes. (In my opinion, hemp is only good for smoking.) Probably explains the perky too. Well, I just didn't get it. Here I am wearing two shirts, some jeans, and the human's favorite blanket, and I'm STILL freezing my ass off. This girl, however, was perfectly happy to be wearing what looks like a bathing suit cover-up. How a person can wear that and be perky when it's 19 degrees Fahrenheit and has been snowing non-stop for 24 hours, I'll never understand. I guess that's the way it is with those GOTY types. After all, Mia wears that stupid pink sweater all summer long, and she never seems to be too warm, even when I'm stripped down to my underwear and sweating like a whore in church. Whatever. 

So I tortured some of the other dolls into giving me some more information about this new comer. Turns out she's here to stay! Bloody hell. Like I needed another one of those GOTY types cramping my style. All I have to say is bitch better stay out of the cookies. They're mine. Period.

Traveling Dolls

The other night I was sitting on the couch watching Buffy and Spike get their freak on when the human walked in carrying a large box. Now, we all remember what happened the last time the human walked in carrying a large box. Sonali. That's right. I got stuck with the Disney princess loving, pink obsessed, goody goody for a roommate. Well, I figured it was too late at that point, you know, since the box was already being opened up, to complain. But, I complained anyway. Needless to say, the human ignored my pleas and kept on opening up the box. She gets the box open, and out pops this perky thing. Let me tell you, she's lacking in manners. The first thing she said was, "I'm starving. Do you have any cookies?" Need I remind you what happened when a certain red haired doll tried to eat my cookies? Broken fingers and concussions. Yeah. I decided I'd give the new kid a break, after all, she didn't know who's turf she was on. Going with the "maybe if I ignore it, it will go away" philosophy, I retreated to the human's room with a large box of Sour Patch Kids and Buffy season 6. From my retreat under the bed, I could hear the human talking with the other dolls. Ninette apparently comes from Texas and will be visiting us for a few weeks because she is a traveling doll. What the hell is a traveling doll anyway? I think it's when one of the humans gets a few too many dolls at once and gets bored with them, so they send one out to go annoy someone else for awhile. My human better not pawn me off on some loser who thinks I should wear pink. Then, again, this traveling doll concept could be a good thing. Maybe my human will send out the cookie thief then I won't have to hide what's rightfully mine in my underwear drawer. I guess it could be worse. Ninette doesn't snore, and she doesn't complain when I change the channel on the tv. Plus she knows how to booty dance and has a tattoo on her ass. Maybe I'll be able to convert her after all....

The cast is off!

Today, my human took me back to the doctor to get my cast off. I'm so glad to be rid of that thing! My foot itched the whole damn time I wore it. Plus, I had to take a shower with a ziploc bag over my leg. Seriously, it sucked. The only good thing about having a broken ankle was the pain meds they gave me. Every couple of hours, I got to pop a pill and sleep peacefully. Now, I'm cast free, but I still have to wear a wrap around my ankle and use the crutches. I don't mind them much, though, because they come in handy for beating people when they try to take the last of the cookies (ahem, Mia.) I mean, really, it's not like she's even allowed to have cookies. She's a figure skater, and if she keeps eating those cookies, she'll be too fat to land her axel. More cookies for me!