Sorry! After Sweetie and I left Boscov’s (after a delightful dinner) I popped on to Minecraft and ran into Scooc! We played for hours! Found an abandoned mineshaft, retrieved some melon seeds, fought hoards of poisonous spiders. It was a blast!

I’ll have to get to the messages tomorrow; I gotta get to bed. I have work in the morning!

Uh-uh.

Alright, Sweetie and I will be over in a jiffy!

You could stop raising me up on a pedestal and just see me as an equal.

I could just be your friend. I don’t need to be your hero, and certainly not your idol.

Also… Maybe watch your wording on that last sentence…

It’s alright.

That’s part of the reason I don’t talk about them.

You don’t have to admire me, you know.

I meant scars, but no pony wants to hear about those.

I cover them up with makeup.

I wonder.

I get enough creepy comments. Last thing I want to do is exacerbate things.

It is not, no.

You might be able to get some foals on-board with some temporary tattoos, if you can do that.

Getting colder again.

When I first woke up from my nap, I thought about possibly answering this.

Now that I’m awake, I know better.

I have enough permanent markings on my body.

You’re at least warmer than you were before.

In that I’m a mare.

drunkendoodles submitted:

i did this over the weekend and was browsing your posts and saw that you made a tree house too! How [redacted] cool are we?

B)

Co~ol!

Hey! I didn’t realize you read my page! That’s awesome! I like your doodles!