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Confession .226. Venom, I Got That Adrenaline Momentum…

I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
When the world gives you a raw deal
Sets you off ’til you scream, “Piss off! Screw you!”
When it talks to you like you don’t belong
Or tells you you’re in the wrong field
When something’s in your mitochondrial
‘Cause it latched on to you…

Confession .226.  Venom, I Got That Adrenaline Momentum...

Here’s your advanced warning that i’m also blogging this tune tomorrow.  It’s been stuck in my head for days now, and i did today’s photo with it in mind, however, i’ve also got something in the works with some Sweet Thing awesomeness that makes me think of this song too… so… you get it twice in a row.  Sorry, not sorry.

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Confession .222. I Could Lie And Say I Like It Like That…

Don’t You know i’m no good for You?
i’ve learned to lose, You can’t afford to…
Tore my shirt to stop You bleeding
But nothing ever stops You leaving…

Confession .222.  I Could Like And Say I Like It Like That...

i don’t have the energy to sustain one-sided friendships, relationships, or anything-ships really.  i spent too much of my life doing this because i had myself convinced that if i just worked a little bit harder to prove that i was good enough, i could have something great with this person.  A great friend.  A great lover.  A great Dominant.  A great whatever.  But unfortunately i constantly learn the hard way that no matter how hard you work – with some people, you’re never going to get anything back.

That doesn’t stop me from regularly making a dumbass out of myself, however.

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Confession .181. I’m So Defeated, I Can’t Get Outside My Head…

I post a picture of myself, cause I’m lonely
Everyone knows what I look like, not even one of them knows me
Yeah, I just want to drink tequila with my friends
I’m so defeated, I just want this shit to end…

Confession .181.  I'm So Defeated, I Can't Get Outside My Head...

My muse is extra flighty lately.  Pardon me while I beat her back into submission…

Also, I’m incredibly unsure how I managed to get the environment to look peaceful and pretty while I have a knife in my hand.  I’ve just learned not to question what happens when I’m tinkering around in Photoshop.

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Confession .85. I’m Jealous; I’m Over-Zealous…

I’ve got issues, You’ve got ’em too
So give them all to me and I’ll give mine to You
Bask in the glory of all our problems
Cause we’ve got the kind of love it takes to solve them
I’ve got issues, and one of them is how bad I need You…

Confession .85.  I'm Jealous; I'm Over-Zealous...

So I’m sitting in a discussion right now – I’m seeing a pattern of blogging in the background during discussions lately… I’m sorry!  But I’m sitting in a discussion right now, and I’d even typed the title of this post and chosen the song before I hopped over here… only to find myself discussing one of the very words that I chose to use…

Over-zealous.

Basically, a more positive way to be called pushy, or – as the discussion topic brought up – a bitch.

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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…

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

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.

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