Confession .323. When I’m Like This, You’re The One I Trust…

i been tryna call, i been on my own for long enough
Maybe You can show me how to love, maybe
i’m going through withdrawals, You don’t even have to do too much
You can turn me on with just a touch, Baby…

All i want to do lately is take pictures, dance, and talk to a small handful of P/people. Which is unfortunate, because i have a lot of P/people on my list in-world and most of them i just… want to ignore. So… consider this an apology if i’m an asshole lately.

Confession .184. I’m Bad For You, Love, But I’m Your Cigarette…

So go on and smoke that shit, baby…
I know that you know I’m your favorite
Think she’s what you want, but she ain’t it
Watching how my waist whine, tryna touch my waistline
Know I like to take time with it…

What?  Deia took 2 photos for a blog post again?  What is this, the apocalypse?  *Grins*

No, no… don’t break out the bomb shelters!  I just got a new toy to play with, so I had to take a couple pictures to see how I liked it.  And I liiiiiiiiike it!  More below!

Confession .150. You Gave Up, I Grew Up…

Where would I, where would I be?
What would I do?
If You were, if You were there when I needed You?

I don’t think this particular post actually exists on social media anymore… I shared it last night on my Facebook page from Chris Crocker, but today I couldn’t find it on my page or his.  I went looking and found a cached version that still had it, where I was able to grab the content because I feel like it is COMPLETELY true in the age of social media, and also in Second Life.

He may have deleted it because of social anxiety issues or any other reason really… it’s his page, but I felt the need to post it here.  These words are not my own, but Chris Crocker’s.

Confession .104. But I Scream Too Loud When I Speak My Mind…

You said I’m too much to handle
You said I shine too bright
I burnt the candle
Flew too high

So here’s the thing…

(Oh lord, it always feels like I’m about to get real angry or passionate when I start with “here’s the thing”… I notice it in discussions lately too.  So, my apologies if this becomes a passionate ranty post.  Lol.)

Let’s chat about the term: Topping From the Bottom.

Confession .103. I Just Wanna Dance With Somebody…

I’m sorry I’m not the most pretty…
I’ll never ever sing like Whitney…
But I still wanna dance with somebody…

I was told in a discussion earlier that a different color of this makeup I was wearing made me look like Effie Trinket from Hunger Games?  I’ve admittedly never read the books or seen the movies (*ducks*), so I had to Google her and decided to adjust the makeup accordingly to make the look a little more true to her.

For someone who hasn’t seen it, I’d like to think I did decently.  And it was a fun way to give this styling a sense of purpose, aside from “These are all pretty things!”

Confession .96. I Wanna Be Like Most Girls…

Most girls are smart and strong and beautiful
Most girls word hard, go far, we are unstoppable
Most girls, our fight to make every day
No two are the same
I wanna be like, I wanna be like most girls…

“You know, some days you feel so good in your own skin, but it’s ok if you wanna change the body that you came in.  Cause you look greatest when you feel like a damn queen!  We’re all just playing a game, in a way, tryna win that life.”

I love this song.  Like… love it.  Lately, the songs I’ve been blogging, I’ve heard on the radio (I know, right?  That still exists?!) in the car on my way home from work.  The station I listen to prides itself on playing what ‘YOU want to hear’, so every day at 5pm local time, they do a “Test Drive At 5” with a new song, then they ask on Twitter for thumbs up and thumbs down.

I think this song was, like, 81% positive feedback.

Confession .94. Who Cares If One More Light Goes Out? I Do…

The reminders pull the floor from your feet
In the kitchen, one more chair than you need
And you’re angry… and you should be… it’s not fair
Just cause you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there…

I was more than a little bit terrified when I started getting wind of a new Linkin Park album.

Like… I grew up with Linkin Park… and they were kind of the misfit’s anthem of my generation – at least in the part of the midwest I was in… maybe in more musically-diverse areas of the country and of the world, you had a different band that was this for you… but, like… I couldn’t wrap my head around being now 27 years old and going back to listening to this band from my childhood/early-adolescence.

And then I heard “Heavy” for the first time.  And that song played on repeat for DAYS… Linkin Park had managed to write my anthem all over again… so of course, I started poking around at other songs from the album.

That’s when I found this one…

Confession .84. My Habits, They Hold Me Like A Grudge…

One sip, bad for me
One hit, bad for me
One kiss, bad for me
But I give in so easily…

Gods, the last two weeks have been exhausting!

Those of you who don’t know… I started a new job in RL, working in a Cardiologists’ office as a Medical Assistant.  And no… the apostrophe was not placed incorrectly there… there is more than one Cardiologist in this office.

As a matter of fact… there are TEN.

Confession .79. There IS Such A Thing As White Privilege…

Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in the Father’s eyes…

It’s been awhile since I’ve put a ‘mostly square’ picture in here… so my apologies if that close up is huge.  All the more to look at the pretty nails, though, my dear.  😀  Astralia is doing what I really feel like more people should be doing… and that is that she’s made actual mesh nails (in both Almond and Stiletto styles… I’m wearing Stiletto right now) to fit atop the Slink and Vista mesh hands… and then will work on add-ons, like these cute diamonds I’m also wearing, for these nails… rather than confining herself to the nails on the hands.  There is also a creator kit, I believe, for those who want to make polishes for her nails.  So ultimately, she’s a damn genius.

Sorry… had to gush a bit before I got into today’s post…

Confession .76. I Will Follow Where This Takes Me

Oh nothing’s sure, but surely as we stand
I promise I will stay the same
And I’ve never seen forever
But I know we’ll remain

In a world uncertain…

Nothing is actually for sure.  Death and taxes, so they tell me, but even those things have their sliding scale.  There is nothing really certain to cling to in those tumultuous moments that toss you back and forth, leaving you dizzy and unsure which way is the surface… and all you need is a breath of air.

Sometimes things change so quickly.