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Vacation

Hey y’all … it’s summer and that means travel.  I know I haven’t posted in a bit anyway, but here’s the official statement of leave and I’ll see you in a week or so.  As a tease for the future, I’ll leave you with a pic Jess dropped on me of her new rp av, Jaia.  Now that’s some hot magic ….  Until next time, y’all enjoy.

Somebody That I Used to Know

Sorry, folks:  I’m being selfish with this post.  While I hope it leaves you with something, it’s a head clearer for me.

I have been taught so many lessons in SL.  Unfortunately, the one involving boys never sticks.  An old and very wise friend in SL once said, “Don’t trust anyone in here, not even me.”  I’m revisiting that lesson.

“Somebody That I Used to Know” – Gotye (emphasis mine)

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing
I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough

No, you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
Guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over

But had me believin it was always something that I’d done

But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know-oh-oh

But you didn’t have cut me off
Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing (oh)
I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger
and that feels so rough

No, you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect you records
And then change your number (oh)
Guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Somebody that I used to know
Somebody (now your just somebody that I used to know)
That I used to know
Somebody that I used to know
Somebody (somebody) (now your just somebody that I used to know)
That I used to know

I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody

100 Posts

Turns out that my last post was the 100th on this blog.  Now, not all of them have been mine.  Ash started the blog and Pan, Jess, and I have all posted since this blog was created.  Pan has permanently left SL, Ash is on a break, Jess keeps saying she’ll post again (get out here, bitch!) and so you’re left with me all of the time.  But I thought I’d pull some of my favorite pics from over the years for this, the 101st post.  I hope you enjoy.  Oldest first ….

Ash … September 1, 2009

Ash … September 2, 2009

Lauren … November 21, 2010

Ash … May 19, 2010 … this is one of my favorite pictures of all time ….

Jess … February 7, 2011

Lauren … March 8, 2012

Lauren … February 27, 2012

Lauren … April 12, 2012

Lauren … May 5, 2012

Lauren … May 6, 2012

Do you have other favorites?  I’d love to know.  Thanks for sticking with me for so long.  Here’s to another 100 posts.🙂

Fucking Pissed

It’s been a really, really bad day.  I’m on the board of a local organization that works with kids.  Said board was having an event today for said kids, which the President of said board canceled without informing everyone involved (read me).  Now, I spent a long time prepping for said event, got up extra early, got gussied (because I couldn’t attend *naked* for heaven’s sake), and shifted all sorts of things to perform my particular part only to arrive and find … no one there.  Ms. President canceled said event because it was to be held outdoors and there was a threat of rain.  The time for the event has passed with only a few sprinkles during the period of lunchtime.  I would be slightly amused were I not so pissed.

I am out for a little revenge.  One nice thing is that I cannot attend on the “rain” date, which was just settled on this morning without consultation of the board (read me).  This does make me sad for the kids, as my part in the event is always something they very much enjoy.  But I can’t be there and as I can’t, I feel a slight little joy.  Vindictive?  Fuck yes.  I can be a little bit of a bitch when the mood suits.  Shocking, I’m sure.

Don’t worry, I’m not going out to slash tires, put Ex-Lax in lunches, or post nasty things on Facebook.  Honestly, none of those even occurred to me.  I will calm down sometime next week and have a good laugh.  We Southerners are, as a lot, quite a resilient bunch who never carry a grudge.  Just ask us about the late great unpleasantness.

Y’all have a good day.  I’m going to have a hot bath, a beer (so what if it’s 3 in the afternoon?), and some chocolate.  See you when I calm down ….

Artscreamer

This post is simply about the sim Artscreamer.  If you haven’t been, please go visit.  These pictures are about the sim, not about me.  Please, please, please, please … click on them and blow them up.  The sim is amazing.  I didn’t mess with the lighting at all.  Everything is exactly as the artist intended.  Enjoy ….

I Should Go …

“I Should Go” … Levi Kreis

Here we are
Isn’t it familiar
Haven’t had someone to talk to
In such a long time
And it’s strange
All we have in common
And your company was just the thing I needed tonight
Somehow I feel I should apologize
Cuz I’m just a little shaken
By what’s going on inside

I should go
Before my will gets any weaker
And my eyes begin to linger
Longer than they should
I should go
Before I lose my sense of reason
And this hour holds more meaning
Than it ever could
I should go
I should go
Baby, I should go

It’s so hard
Keeping my composure
And pretend I don’t see how
Your body curves beneath your clothes
And your laugh
Is pure and unaffected
It frightens me to know so well the place I shouldn’t go
I know I gotta take the noble path
Cuz I don’t want you to question
The intentions that I have

I should go
Before my will gets any weaker
And my eyes begin to linger
Longer than they should
I should go
Before I lose my sense of reason
And this hour holds more meaning
Than it ever could
I should go
I should go
Baby, I should go

I don’t mean to leave you with a trivial excuse
And when you call tomorrow, I’ll know what to do

I should go
Before my will gets any weaker
And my eyes begin to linger
Longer than they should
I should go
Before I lose my sense of reason
And this hour holds more meaning
Than it ever could
I should go
I should go
Baby, I should go

It was a dark and stormy night ….

So I was gonna do this epic H. P. Lovecraft post ……

Wrapped in large part around the SL sim “Innsmouth,” …..

But then I drank too much …..

So all you get are the pictures …..

Tough shit, I guess.

Thanks for reading.  As ever ….

Caffeinated

The jitters.  The shakes.  A tremble running through my body.  This is what happens without my morning Joe.  No, I don’t mean him (though starting the morning with a boy is heavenly), I mean it … java, caff, a cuppa … whatever you wish to call my first blush nectar.

One cups is never enough.  Two might do the trick, if followed by a generous dose of Mountain Dew and Diet Coke.  My favorite days, however, start with very strong coffee at home followed by a trip to one (or three) of my nearest coffee shops.

Caffeine flows through me all day, leaving me plenty of energy in the evening for … recreational activities.  Forget sleep; beds are better used for more strident activities.  So an after dinner brew is almost always in order.

I take my coffee with a hint of sugar and a lot of cream.  Sort of like I … well … you can fill in the blanks.  I’m just gonna wander off in search of some espresso and maybe a boy to share it with.

Riding the Rails

Do you ever wanna just walk out the back door?  Say “fuck it” and take a break?  Maybe you’ll fly off to the opposite coast and spend a few nights in a luxury hotel.  Maybe you’ll book passage on a cruise ship and find your way to someplace warm.  Or maybe you’ll buy a ticket and take to the rails.

Traveling by train is so romantic.  There’s something about those bedroom cars, the gentle rocking as the train plugs along.  Traveling by train hearkens back to the old days, the time of Spencer Tracy and Katherine Hepburn.  The time when women packed train cases ….

What’s in my train cases?  I’ll leave that to your imagination and bet you’ll at least come close to the right answer.

Part of the joy in taking the train is hanging out in the little train stations along the way.  I’m not talking about the Union Station types, but the little places where you might encounter an enchanting man who buys you a cup of coffee and quotes your favorite poet.

He’ll sweep you off your feet and by the time the Conductor calls you to board, you’ll be sad to have to leave him.

In the end, though, you’ll board and head off to your sleeping car, pulling out your toys and dreaming of his brown hair; thinking of how he could tie you up with that gray scarf he had draped around his neck just so.  For his part, he’ll watch your hips sway as you make your way up the steps and into the car, memorizing your curves for later.

Even if meeting him is your only adventure, walking out the back door and taking a time out will have been worth it.  And tucking your business card into his coat pocket wasn’t a bad move either.  Here’s to happy endings and riding the rails.

Paraskevidekatriaphobics

Do you believe in luck?  Curses?  Do you believe in the power of Friday the 13th?  A morbid fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskevidekatriaphobia.

Some researchers in the UK did a study and found that there are actually more reports of admissions to hospitals for car accidents on Friday the 13th.

“Friday 13th is unlucky for some. The risk of hospital admission as a result of a transport accident may be increased by as much as 52 percent. Staying at home is recommended.”

As a friend in SL pointed out, this probably has more to do with people’s fear and psychology than with any notion of luck.

Still, Friday the 13th, of which there will be three in 2012, does carry the stigma of fear.  13, on it’s own is an unlucky number.  Add that the sixth day of the week is also, to some, a harbinger of doom and paranoia swirls. 

Whether the fear of the number 13 comes from ancient patriarchal societies where 13 represented feminity (thus 13 being suppressed on purpose) or 13 representing Loki, the god of evil, or simply our modern symbol of evil, Jason, from the “Friday the 13th” film series, some researchers find that as high as 8% of Americans fear Friday the 13th.

So we get the 13th, but why Friday?  Could it be that Friday was the day of execution in pagan Rome?

What infamously bad things have happened on Friday the 13th?  Tupac was pronounced dead.

In 1307, a bunch of Templar Knights were arrested and many eventually tortured to death.

Will you do anything special or different today?  Will you stay home?  Will you revel in the day and watch a “Friday the 13th” marathon?  Whatever it is, enjoy.  And .. oh .. stay safe!