The diary of a doll

23 May, 2005
3:52 p.m.

Darth Vader Wannabe
Listening to: Yendri: Bodyless
Mood:

I met a creepy guy!!!! (What else is new?) Well the creepy guy offered me a modeling job!!! (What else is new?) Damn I spoil my own news quite well. I could say he was breathing funny, between heaving and breathing type of thing and that made things a tiny bit creepier. It made me feel like I was talking to Darth Vader just without the suit (yes he looked THAT bad). It was not something nice I tell you and it’s not something I want to repeat again. It was sort of like:
*breathe, breathe, heave* Do you have a job?
*looks confused* Uuhh yes I do.
*HEAVE* Ah ok.*breathe*
*blinks* Why do you ask?
*heave, heave HEEEEAVE* Because I have a model agency and you would be a great model. *breathe*
*tries not to make the sign of the cross* Ah, thank you.
*breathe, breathe, HEAVE* You are very beautiful *HEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE*
*continues struggling..no…..cross* Thank you.
*breathe, HEAVE, breathe, HEAVE, breathe* Here’s my card *hiss*
*takes the card, looks for the nearest exit*
*HEAVEHEAVEHEAVEHEAVEHEAVE* Do you have a boyfriend *breathe*
*backs off a bit* Yes!!!!!!!!!! Actually I’m calling him right now *picks up her cell*
*wheezes* Ok, just don’t forget to give me a call *hisses*
*smiles and leaves while trying not to make the sign of the cross*

Creepy, CREEPY I tell you!!!! I don’t like Darth Vader gone current times type of guys, the whole hissing, wheezing, breathing and heaving is not my cup of tea plus the guy really looked creepy.

In other news that will stay away from wheezing guys, I got a package in the mail today. They’re my boots MY BOOTS I TELL YOU MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!! Remember a couple of entries back I mentioned my buying a pair of black pvc boots? Well they FINALLY arrived and they’re all mine. Oh did I mention I only got like an hour of sleep? Maybe it shows. You see I was tossing and turning and turning and tossing. I thought it had been the coffee which is rare since coffee never affects me. Turns out it was only my sixth sense (or was it the seventh?). I won’t go into details for two reasons: One; because I have the weirdest superstitions and two because it’s fairly private. However I’m happy and that’s what counts, no? Well back to work although work is dead, dead as in rigor mortis and everything.

Kisses from your devilish diva; Disco Doll (TN)

People are locked inside you and hung from a high place. A chain around their neck forces them to stand, and once they are dead from starvation or the elements, birds pick their bones clean. You're probably a fan of just ignoring the people who get on your nerves. Or at least, ignoring them to the best of your abilities.

What torture would you be?

Pain/Pleasure