Tag Archives: Second Life

I Can Read Your Mind

When I unpacked the new minidress from Baiastice my first reaction was legitimately HOT DAMN. There is a line between sexy and slutty and while many folks jump right over it and leave your whatnot and your tits hanging out here and there, I personally do not care for that.

I like my bits covered.  I was so excited to see this elegant but sexy minidress that I had to try it on and find some new heels and then….

…go to a psychic apparently. Continue reading

Hoppy Easter Or Some Other Overdone Trite Title

I love Easter and am delighted to be able to make you groan with silly pose sets and super trite blog titles.

This is how I roll. Are you new here? WELCOME TO MY SLIFE I’m intensely silly.

But to be serious – it’s EASTER folks and that means candy and pink/pastel explosion as far as the eye can see. I’m super, super into this, as you can imagine.

I’ve found all the eggs the bunny left for me and now I’m ready for some treats! It’s going to be a great month I think. Well, I hope. If I can eat all this candy, that is. Continue reading

The In Between

My first thought today was to find some sort of horrible St Patrick’s Day nightmare and blog it as though I thought it were fitting.

But hell I’ve done that for almost a decade so I decide nah, let it go finally. I mean it’s not like Shamrock Pasties and butt plugs are in short supply on Marketplace, if one is so inclined.  Yet I just wasn’t feeling it.

I guess I’m just in a “Let me stand in front of this giant bear holding an umbrella” sort of mood. What can I say? Continue reading

No One Even Cares

I get that way sometimes when someone is blathering on in a crazy way.

If ten people do the same thing you do without drama, and you are constantly being “dragged into drama” perhaps just perhaps …..it’s you.

Some things this veteran old blogger can tell you which can, in fact, help you decrease your level of drama are as follows.

  1.  No one is copying your style. No one. If someone IS copying your style please refer to the first sentence. There is a limited number of heads, bodies, and clothes in this world. If someone happens to recreate what you did – or hell just likes the way you did it and dresses up like that too – IT DOES NOT MATTER. Your style is way more than the thinks you choose to wear.  If it’s not – you fail.
  2. If you aren’t getting paid you don’t have sponsors quit rambling on about it.
  3. You are not obligated to 23589723948 blog posts a day. If you DO that many blog posts a day don’t bitch about it. No one requires you to do that.
  4. Creators are right to have expectations, as well do events. That doesn’t mean they own you. Flailing about regarding your “obligations” is just weird bragging. Don’t bitch and moan. Do what you’re supposed to do and move along. OR DON’T SIGN UP FOR MORE THAN YOU CAN SUPPORT.

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Breakfast of Champions

Ooops you caught me about the eat up some delicious sentient waffle and croissant friends. I don’t even care, I’m going to take huge bites of them and suck out their souls to start my day.

Geeez Gidge it’s not Halloween calm down.

I think it’s my messy hair making crazytown.  Continue reading

11 Years and Counting

My eleventh rezz day came and I had no plans. I wasn’t even bothered by this, but when I was surprised with a shopping trip to the Frou Frou event I have to admit, I was fairly tickled.  Sasy took me around and we pondered if her buying me this much lingerie meant she was my GF.

Probably so.

After a ridiculous yet wonderful spree, I dropped some furniture down at the new house and settled in for the night. I’d picked up the perfect lounging pajamas from Miss Chelsea – so I feel like this was a complete win overall.

Now, it’s a new day. What to do first? Continue reading

Your Heart’s Desire

Your heart’s desire isn’t necessarily your mind’s. People say the heart wants what it wants. But what about the rest of you? What if your soul requires one thing? What if your hands and feet require another? And what about “What you can stomach?” Your stomach has needs of it’s own, that have nothing to done with one’s heart.

There are things you feel in your bones.  What if your heart doesn’t know about them?

What if your heart is a selfish ridiculous organ with no regard for the rest of your entity? Continue reading