Other people's diaries
Never read other people's diaries and email - you'll never find anything nice in there. If it's not just slagging you off, it'll be sordid fantasies you really didn't want to know about, yet have to keep to yourself so as not to reveal how you found out.
So. What have you read 'accidentally' recently?
( , Thu 1 Feb 2007, 15:03)
Never read other people's diaries and email - you'll never find anything nice in there. If it's not just slagging you off, it'll be sordid fantasies you really didn't want to know about, yet have to keep to yourself so as not to reveal how you found out.
So. What have you read 'accidentally' recently?
( , Thu 1 Feb 2007, 15:03)
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When I was 16...
...I had been seeing the girl of my dreams for about a year and was staying the night at her Mum's house. In the morning she had to go to her Dad's, and rather than kick me out we had a nice slow screw and then off she went, leaving me to get up and see myself out. So, of course, I immediately embarked on a mission to see if she had a vibrator (she didn't) - but she did have a diary. In my haste I picked it up and pulled it open, not noticing that I had just broken the crappy lock on the front. After a heady 15mins reading about how great I was and how much she loved me, I put the diary back where I had found it.
Two days later she came round in tears, demanding to know if I had read her diary. Thinking quickly, I vociferously denied all wrong-doing and promptly blamed it on her sister. I went back to her house, sat back, and proceeded to watch one of the most amazing bitch-fights I have ever seen. The fallout lasted months.
I wasn't particularly proud of myself but in hindsight I wish I had blamed more stuff on her sister. She was a weapons-grade bitch.
( , Fri 2 Feb 2007, 19:11, Reply)
...I had been seeing the girl of my dreams for about a year and was staying the night at her Mum's house. In the morning she had to go to her Dad's, and rather than kick me out we had a nice slow screw and then off she went, leaving me to get up and see myself out. So, of course, I immediately embarked on a mission to see if she had a vibrator (she didn't) - but she did have a diary. In my haste I picked it up and pulled it open, not noticing that I had just broken the crappy lock on the front. After a heady 15mins reading about how great I was and how much she loved me, I put the diary back where I had found it.
Two days later she came round in tears, demanding to know if I had read her diary. Thinking quickly, I vociferously denied all wrong-doing and promptly blamed it on her sister. I went back to her house, sat back, and proceeded to watch one of the most amazing bitch-fights I have ever seen. The fallout lasted months.
I wasn't particularly proud of myself but in hindsight I wish I had blamed more stuff on her sister. She was a weapons-grade bitch.
( , Fri 2 Feb 2007, 19:11, Reply)
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