I don't mind abbreviating down to Barbs. It sounds sharp and pointy, which is a feature that has always been missing from dolls. Surely all of the action figures that good little boys got to play with came equipped with little plastic ninja swords that could still take out an eye and pose a choking hazard. At least until children and their toys began being wrapped in protective bubble wrap.
Just between you and me, I fucking hate pink.
When it comes to downtime, I don't play with dolls or little soldiers, I can tell you that. I spend most of my time, up or down, surviving. Just living might not sound very thrilling to you, K, but trust that it can be. Lately, I've been picking up books. I never used to be very interested in things like that, but they have proven to be distraction without much of an investment. I journal. I wouldn't really call these things hobbies. I suspect the real Barbie would be disappointed in me. Maybe I should take up equestrian dressage.