I’ve been a solitary creature for five years. It took adjustment, being alone all the time, finding reasons to stay here on my own. But now I’ve decided to stop being such a solitary creature and I find myself wondering am I even made for this new, more social and engaging side of me. Continue reading
Having a social calendar is suddenly making my SL a busier place, and I’m loving it. Except for one thing. I’m TIRED. Cajsa and I were out this weekend and reminiscing on the so many parties we used to throw and attend, and how much time we used to spend together and she remarked “Yes, you never slept.” I guess that’s true. I was younger, or stupider (more stupid for the literati). Continue reading
RC-Cluster completes my SL in a way that is sometimes too epic to put into words. How did she know I need to both blow dry my hair and perform while getting ready for my day? Clearly my day was going to be epic, starting out so well entertained. Continue reading
Oh god is it time to wake up already? No, it can’t be. I’m so tired from yesterday. I cannot believe how busy I was in SL yesterday, I think I did all the things. Ok well some of the things. Continue reading
With Honour McMillan either on break or gone, as she likes, I’m at a loss for where to go shoot when I’m in a fun mood. However, Gidge 2016 is an adventurous girl and she’s going to hit the mean streets without a compass if necessary to find adventure and fun.
Funny true story (funny “ugh Gidge you don’t pay attention” vs. “funny oh my what a pickle”) is that when the Belleza various bodies came out I originally was in VENUS a lot but then decided I wanted to be a curvy girl now and again and in my memory it was ISIS that was the curviest girl.
Out of the need for variety I put on Freya and omg this girl is thick. Continue reading
It’s Friday in both lives but I’m here and I’ve got balloons and a festive headband and no party. Isn’t it date night or something? I should have some occupation, something to DO this evening. But I don’t. Continue reading
I had more planned for this blog post. I was going to write about reading and quote Edmund Wilson who said “No two persons ever read the same book,” but for some reason, Oscar is insisting on laying across my forearms while I type, obscuring the bottom half of the screen, and meowing in irritation when I hit enter, and making this a chore. I have pushed him aside a few times, but he returns immediately, so this post will be pictures and credits and it’s all Oscar’s fault.
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It’s been a hard working fashiony night for this girl. It’s not easy standing around looking pensive, or sultry, or pithy, or whatever it is I’m trying to appear. This is serious business. Continue reading
What do you do on a day that a great man dies? When you wake up and the world is less one artist, one incredible voice and talent?
You get up and do the things you were supposed to do that day, because despite the gaping hole in the universe that is suddenly left you aren’t the one who left and you have things to do. Continue reading
It was way past midnight
And she still couldn’t fall asleep
The night the dream was leaving
she tried so hard to keep Continue reading