The diary of a doll

08 April, 2004
8:50 p.m.

Tickling gone wrong
Listening to: Moonspell: How we became fire
Mood:

I want to write today but I don't really have that many ideas so I'll just write a little anecdote.

One day I was laying down with someone, I wont give his identity away so there are no complains. We'll call him "Red". So one day I was laying down with Red and we were having an insightful talk. You know one of those deep and philosophical conversations about the meaning of life. So we carried this conversation for quite a while, ahhh such beautiful words. They are the kind that should never be forgotten, maybe that's why I should've recorded this talk because I don't remember a thing about it.

Anyway, while we were talking something happened. A sudden urge to tickle overcame me. It is as if my hands had been possessed (insert coughing here). So my hands quickly moved to him and started trying to tickle him. This of course was not welcomed so he tried to fight me off I would say. Unfortunately, one of his hands suddenly became possessed by the same force that had taken mine and he accidentally managed to pat his umm... crotch lightly. Ok it wasn't lightly, he basically slapped it hard enough for him to curl up slightly while making lots of weird faces.

To be honest, my first reaction was of concern but when I saw he was ok and he was not on his way to becoming the next castrati or anything similar I started laughing. I couldn't help it I think I almost fell out the bed. This event was the subject of a lot of jokes afterwards even though Red didn't always find them funny. Yes, it's true; I'm an evil evil woman, hear me roar.

Kisses from your mean devilish diva; Disco Doll

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