once upon a time there was a girl who always ran around in circles figuratively, of course not literally, because if she was literally always running in circles, she'd pretty soon be dead but that's neither here nor there. back to the girl she had no idea that she did this but everyone around and about was painfully aware of her issues she was convinced that she was always coming up with new and exciting ideas when really she just spent all her time recycling her own idiocy and she became increasingly irate as all the things that she kept around even though she would never admit that she intentionally kept them around started to seem wrong or used or just completely foreign until a magic prince with a magic want who totally dug the fact that this chick was entirely self obsessed and weird and pretty much certifiable snuck in the middle of the night and robbed the ***** blind however because the guy took all her worthless pointless and in the end meaningless baggage away with him she replaced her former obsessions with stalking him and he became her magic want which he severely regretted soon enough because with her circular habits her stalking efforts were not unlike being relentlessly pursued by a small angry but not entirely unaffectionate chihuahua he fully intended for her to stalk him from the beginning but unfortunately as he had been raised in a pseudo-feministic yet highly romanticized society he was under the false impression that once this chick started pursuing him she would give in to her basest wants and deep seated but repressed desires that every girl has but doesn't admit to ending up with a magic prince he was wrong there was no fairytale and once she caught up with him the relationship that ensued became a vicious cycle of marriage, divorce, and remarriage because he had been ****** in to her circularity. the end