And I know that I’m still fucked up But aren’t we all, my love? Darling, our scars make us who we are So when the winds are howling strong And you think you can’t go one Hold tight, sweetheart…
I’ve talked about this a few times before, once extensively that I can remember… unless I’m just implanting memories in my own head, which is entirely possible as I’ve not had much sleep today… but it’s time to go over it again.
Progressive Myoclonous Epilepsy with Early Dementia. Or, FENIB. (Which means something else entirely that I don’t know.)
Had a Boogieman under my bed Putting crazy thoughts inside my head Always whispering, “It’s all your fault.” He was telling me, “No, you’re not that strong.”
So. Safe to say I’ve been screwed over a lot. Like… this might not sound like me, but I have this… inkling… to give people the benefit of the doubt far more often than I should. And as such, I suppose that makes me easy to take advantage of.
And yet… when I find I am taken advantage of, I’m STILL angry at the people who do it. As if I had nothing to do with letting them roll me over.
I buy my own things I pay my own bills These diamond rings, my automobiles…
“Don’t touch my weave, don’t call me honey…”
Is the fashion world in Second Life dead? Has fashion modeling died? What the hell is going on with it? I’ve seen these questions flying around the last month-ish or so… and I finally wanted to take a moment to breathe, sit down, and chat with you all a little bit about my experiences.
Baby, fineness is the way to kill Tell me how it feel, I bet it’s such a bitter pill And yeah, I know you thought you had bigger better things Bet right now this stings Cause the grass is greener under me Bright as technicolor, I can tell that you can see And yeah, I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this But it gets worse!
Sorry, not sorry. I’m absolutely OBSESSED with this song right now. (Well… by ‘right now’ I still mean a week before you’re going to see this. But this is the last of the pre-scheduled posts, so you’ll start getting stuff in real-time again soon!)
And I never understood how you could treat me so heartless Until I realized that you just needed mine
This is coming out on a Thursday, and I’m writing it the Friday before… so keep that in mind. Lol. By the time you read this, I will have already gone to my friend’s class. But tonight, I am prepping to try and go to my friend’s dance class she’s teaching… in Gor. And I haven’t been to Gor in, like, 10 months?
So of course, where do I go for Gor things but On A Lark! I’m in love with this dress. Granted, probably not something Master would approve of a slave wearing in Gor… too covered… buuuuut I think it’s pretty, so I decided to take pictures!
Baby I done done enough talking Need to know that You’re mine Baby we done done enough talking Gotta be right now, right now
Master and I went back the other night and were skimming through some of my older blog posts… and I found an intended series that I started, and I don’t think I got very far through it… but I realized just how much I wanted to finish.
So while it might seem like a weird time to start a ‘series’ of posts, when I’m pre-scheduling stuff for next week, but it will at least give me writing topics!
I’m going to repeat the first one, since it’s been literally years, and my opinions have grown since then.