Confession .333. Stand Or Fall, I Will Be Right Here For You…

These are words that every girl should have a chance to hear
There will be love, there will be pain, there will be hope, there will be fear
And through it all, year after year
Stand or fall I will be right here for you

For those that may not know, i had my (SL) daughter Fallon back at the end of the September. i’ve not ‘featured’ her here before now because she’s a Zooby, and i know some have conflicting views on that, and pregnancy in SL, and families in SL in general. But with the hype around the upcoming Zooby pregnancy body, i figured now would be a good time to let you in on another piece of my life, RL and SL.

Confession .332. Baby, It’s Cold Outside…

i ought to say No, No, No Sir
At least i’m gonna say that i tried…

i know the weather is bad for y’all in the North when it starts to get cold down here on the Gulf. Y’all good? Y’all ok?

Confession .331. I’ll Take Fake Moans And Dial Tones…

i need it digital
Cause, Baby, when it’s physical, i end up alone
End up alone…

And yet… the best line of this entire song? “And will you please pick up the fucking phone?!”

Confession .330. On The Hardwood Floor, We Should Be Asleep…

Baby, i’m not even in a gown
i’m just in a t-shirt on the couch
The way You want me makes me want You now
The only thing you have to say is, “Wow!”

Family who happen to stumble along this post… just move right along, and please don’t beat me. Lol. Love youuuuuu.

Confession .329. Fa La La La La, La La, La La…

See the blazing Yule before us
Strike the harp and join the chorus
Follow me in merry measure
While i tell of Yuletide treasure

i held off long enough – it’s 10 days into December, 2 weeks til Christmas eve, here’s my first Christmas-y picture of the season.

Confession .328. Look At You All Dressed Up For Someone You Never See…

And i wonder why i tear myself down
To be built back up again
Oh i hope somehow, i’ll wake up young again…

Yesterday was my rez day, so forgive my extra. -grins-

Confession .327. God Save Me, But Don’t Drown Me Out…

Not gonna waste my life, ’cause i’ve been fucked up
‘Cause it doesn’t matter
So, waste my time, and God save all of us
And the walls, they’ll shatter
And i won’t let my insecurities define who i am
i am not gonna waste my life, ’cause i’ve been fucked up
‘Cause it doesn’t matter…

i spend a lot of time, a lot more than i’d like to admit sometimes, mourning situations, relationships, etc that died a long time ago. It doesn’t matter how recent the final severing of the connection happened… most times, what made it ‘special’ died much before that.

Confession .326. Everything Is Never As It Seems When I Fall Asleep…

i’d like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly…

i don’t really have a lot to talk about today, and i’m not sure if that’s because i’m too tired to chat, or if i genuinely don’t have anything to say. i haven’t been sleeping well (thanks, Bipolar), so i suppose i can chat a bit more candidly about that…