Confession .123. A Closed Mouth Don’t Get Fed…

They get mad I keep on talkin’
Nevermind, I beg your pardon?
Guess I’m just too damned outspoken
They can’t take me anywhere…

Reviewing stuff normally isn’t my thing.  I share narratives with you all usually, from my SL, my RL, a mixture of the two… whatever is on my mind.  However, what is on my mind right now is this tool I picked up that I used for these photos… so today I’ma chat about it instead.

If this kinda blog isn’t your style, feel free to scroll to the end for credits of where to find the pretty.  ❤

Also, I’m pretty sure I’ve blogged this song several times, but…

“Guess I didn’t get the message.  Eff it, I don’t really care.”

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Confession .121. Vodka On My Lips, Took Too Many Drinks…

Who are you to say that I didn’t love you
Cause I didn’t love the way you wanted?
And who am I to blame
When I didn’t trust you enough to let you in the way I wanted?

You know, this song really deserves from bad-ass zombie styling or something… but I can’t manage that at the moment and the song’s been stuck in my head all day.   So this is what you get.  LOL.

“If I’m lucky I’ll meet ya flipside of the graveyard…”

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Confession .117. Life Ain’t Always Fair, But Hell Is Living In Resentment…

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.

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Confession .116. I’m A Motherfuckin’ Woman!

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*

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Confession .114. Crossing Out My Exes And Ex-ing Out All Of My Losses…

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!

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Confession .113. Said You Know I Wanna Keep You Around…

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.

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Confession .111. But I’m Thinking, “Damn, If These Walls Could Talk!”

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.

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