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.
The good and the bad. *Sips her tea*
Continue reading “Confession .116. I’m A Motherfuckin’ Woman!”
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!)
Continue reading “Confession .115. Payback Is A Bad Bitch, And Baby, I’m The Baddest…”
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!
Continue reading “Confession .114. Crossing Out My Exes And Ex-ing Out All Of My Losses…”
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.
Continue reading “Confession .113. Said You Know I Wanna Keep You Around…”
Some nerve You have to break up my lonely
And tell me You want me
How dare You march into my heart
Oh, how rude of You to ruin my miserable
And tell me I’m beautiful…
I’ve blogged this song before. Sue me. 😛
I figured what would be better photos on the first day of being even remotely locked down (cause let’s be honest, the first few days are light) than photos of Master and I.
Aren’t we adorable. Lol.
Continue reading “Confession .112. So All That I’m Asking Is That You Handle Me With Caution…”
Been about three days and I’m comin’ back
I’m about four minutes from a heart attack
And I think You make me a maniac
But You don’t know.
Don’t bust my balls for one picture in this post. I was zooming in to take a closer picture of the face/hair and Black Dragon crashed on me. (Shock shock! A buggy viewer crashed! Never! Lol.)
The point of this post is pretty hair, pretty skin, pretty tattoo, and you can see all of that in this photo.
Continue reading “Confession .111. But I’m Thinking, “Damn, If These Walls Could Talk!””
And when You start to look at me, a physical fatality
And You surrender to the heat, You know
I can put on a show, I can put on a show
Don’t You see what You’re finding?
This is heaven in hiding.
Funny how I magically start blogging more often with that huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Gee, it’s almost like that oppressive, abusive presence was affecting the day-to-day life of people y’all claim to care about, yeah?
Sorry… I’m still kinda grumpy it took so long for some people to see how this person is.
Continue reading “Confession .110. I Walk My Talk, No Time For Wishful Thinking…”
But I don’t let Him touch me anymore…
I said, “I’m not something to butter up and taste when You get bored.”
Cause I have spend too many nights on dirty bathroom floors
To find some peace and quiet right behind a wooden door…
He said, “Please don’t go away.”
I said, “It’s too late.”
Continue reading “Confession .109. But He Could Make Me Golden If I Just Showed Some Respect…”
So much on my mind, I think I think too much
Read between these lines, unspoken weight of words
But time comes to rest, when You are by my side it blurs…
As I was scrolling through Facebook – you know, procrastinating writing this post… lol – I happened across a photo that said pretty much exactly what I feel. Funny how that works.
“I really hate committing to people, because once I put all my effort into them, they usually leave and I’m stuck looking like an idiot.”
Continue reading “Confession .108. In A World Uncertain, Say You’ll Be My Stone…”
Bittersweet in your mouth
Can you stomach the doubt?
“Don’t waste your time convincing me that maybe someday we’ll get it right. Cause we never could.”
“We won’t, so just don’t.”
Continue reading “Confession .107. Don’t Call Me Up At 2am Tonight…”