Wear Me

I try to look cute, so someone will want me on his arm, of course.

It’s Not About You

Eeeps, someone misread a blog and thought I was mocking him (I wasn’t.)

Smexing

I have to admit, pixel lovin isn’t my thing. Sure, a good RPer can capture my attention. But really, if I have to pick between unsynced animated humping and shopping, I’ll be off moaning over fatpacks.

I Missed Monday

Monday was full of fail — pictures causing crashes, an inability to make someone realize I’m always right. So my Monday blog became a Tuesday offering. It’s Tuesday, right?

 

Torn

It was recently suggested to me that my logic is flawed. This coming from someone who brushes off “girl logic” as something of an oxymoron.

What I Really Want

The full moon brought out hoards of Lycan, which those of you who follow this blog will know excites me to the core. I heart them.

I can’t help it. I go all loose-knee-swoony for the furry evil buggers.

Fickle

Someone asked me why I choose the look I do. I don’t have a good answer, particularly because my look is vastly different from day to day. I buy what I like, and when I like something else, I buy that too.

Blind Date

I thought it would be fun to sign up for a silly role play event, a takeoff on the Blind Date game.

Yes Ma’am

I laugh every time some random boy stops me to ask if I’m a mistress. When not in model shape, I’m about half the height of the average sex bomb walking the streets. I can’t imagine what generates these conversations …

… and some change

I kicked off my third year here newly married, feeling settled and looking forward to more adventure with the demonSLhubs. Now, I’m not sure what’s happening.