The diary of a doll

26 April, 2004
8:01 p.m.

Freaky kid
Listening to: H.I.M.: Again
Mood:

Damn I woke up in such a mood earlier today. I was bitchy beyond imagination and I was just feeling like tearing someone's throat open. I'm not even sure why I woke up in that mood but I'm ok now, I won't kill anyone (for now).

Anyway thank you for the messages I got for the year and 200 entries thing. Ohh and Petey your note really made me think about breasts (knockers, boobs, hooters, tits, melons, jugs, fun bags, whoopers, tatas, busts, mammaries... are you getting the picture yet?). So I have a confession to make (which Petey kinda sorta made me think about when I read his 101 things yet again)... I was a fan of Dolly Parton as a kid. No it wasn't her singing, or her acting or even her style, it was her breasts. As a little girl I was practically obsessed with breasts and I wanted to grow up and have well... a pair of my own. Not just any pair now, I wanted really big breasts. I remember that more than once I took a Barbie and just stuffed the area of her breasts with ribbons to make them look extra big. After that I would run to my mom and tell her that that's how I wanted to look when I grew up (ahh the memories).

Now this was a deep rooted obsession. As a baby I would always want the ladies with the big breasts to carry me so I could touch. Now don't you get any nasty ideas you pervs, I wasn't even old enough to walk. So this obsession carried on basically until the age I started to grow breasts. I even remember that when I noticed such ocasion I was really joyous. I know, I'm insane... and this only shows I've been insane for a really long time. What can I say? Some girls want to be Miss Universe, others want to be like Barbie, others want to be the best at sports and I wanted big breasts. Is that so bad?

Kisses from your devilish diva (that didn't know there were so many names for breasts); Disco Doll