One seems to hear words of good cheer
From everywhere, filling the air
Oh, how they pound, raising the sound
O’er hill and dale, telling their tale…
Yep, it’s a Christmas Carol. Don’t judge me.
It’s really hard to get me in the “Christmas Spirit”, however… a good Lindsey Stirling version of a classic will at least make me smile. And if you scroll down to the end of this post and listen to it, I think you’ll see what I mean.
Continue reading “Confession. 158. Sweet Silver Bells…”
We said goodbye, that’s what You told me once
So many times we’ve made our peace
But this is love, I’ll never give You up
I know You’ll always come home to me
I’m being sappy and ridiculous today, so… sorry, not sorry.
Draconis left for a RL business thing for a week on Sunday, and of course because I was pledging, we never really got to sit down and go over anything outside of we always have Kik to stay connected during the day. We didn’t get to do that whole “let’s spend a shit-ton of time together before I go,” thing either… between pledging and the Thanksgiving holiday.
So I’m being sappy and ridiculous. And I’m allowed to be today.
Continue reading “Confession .157. Come Find Me…”
I can see a rainbow in your tears as they fall on down
I can see your soul grow through the pain as they hit the ground
I can see a rainbow in your tears as the sun comes out
As the sun comes out…
Don’t judge me… just cause this Sia song was in a My Little Pony movie doesn’t make it any less a Sia song. Lol. I never saw the movie… I just wound up listening to some of Sia’s Christmas songs, went to her channel to see if there’s anything new that isn’t Christmas-y… and found this song.
It just happened to be in a My Little Pony movie. Lol.
And I’m also behind on Strawberry Singh’s #SecondLifeChallenges, so I figured this would be as good a time as any to try to do another one.
Continue reading “Confession .156. Some See Crazy Where I See Love…”
Been standing on the edge for way too long
Just waiting for the place where I belong
I’m a satellite, I’m a satellite
I’m on the outside lookin’ in
They don’t know just where I’ve been
I’m a satellite
Unless you let me in…
“But Hide N Seek is only fun when somebody’s lookin, and nobody’s got the time.”
So. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written anything in here. Most of you know, as I talked about it regularly across my social medias, here in this blog, wrote and sent notecards… and if you talked to me in-world then you probably heard about it cause I was busy – lol – I was pledging. That was a long… semi-grueling process… and it took away a lot of my time and ability to blog, with mandatory uniforms, etc.
But I’m back… and I may be reppin’ some Sigma purple in this dress. *Shifty eyes*
Continue reading “Confession .155. They Can’t Hear My Mind, Or Maybe They’re Just Not Listenin’…”
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!”
Continue reading “Confession .103. I Just Wanna Dance With Somebody…”
If you’re lost out where the lights are blinding
Caught in all, the stars are hiding
That’s when something wild calls you home…
Alright! So. I don’t normally post photos that aren’t ones I’ve taken and edited, so for an ad to be included with one of my photos, you must know by now that this is something super special or super interesting to me in order to post it.
Oh, and the title? A friend told me I look like a mango in this picture. Lol. She meant it as a compliment… but I happen to like mangos, so it works either way.
Today, let’s chat about Hair Fair!
Continue reading “Confession .98. I LIKE Mangos, Dammit!”
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.
Continue reading “Confession .84. My Habits, They Hold Me Like A Grudge…”
Cause you are beautiful inside, so lovely and I
Can’t see why I’d do anything without you, you are
And when I’m not with you, I know that it’s true
That I’d rather be anywhere but here without you…
n. a state of exhaustion inspired by an act of senseless violence, which forces you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface—before propping yourself up in the middle of it like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.
“I can’t do this again,” my mother literally sobbed at me before taking another very long, hard swig from her beer can. What number this was, I’d lost count, but for the first time in a long time, I didn’t care. It seemed justified, somehow. Something about learning that your husband likely has cancer… again… seemed to make drinking a few beers and crying in your barn an ok reaction.
Continue reading “Confession .62. Kuebiko”
Touch me and then turn away
And put your hands into the flame
Tell me if you feel this pain
Cause I don’t want to be a ball and chain, no…
n. the moment of realization that your quintessential future self isn’t ever going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act.
Have you ever had one of those moments where shows like Big Bang Theory make you wonder if, at any moment in your life, your future self will randomly show up in your living room because time travel has been invented in the future and you’re about to make a really stupid mistake?
Granted, I’m not sure what kind of mistake you’d be making in your living room alone on a Saturday night… but bear with me.
Continue reading “Confession .60. The Meantime”