This world keeps spinning faster Into a new disaster so I run to you I run to you baby And when it all starts coming undone Baby you’re the only one I run to I run to you We run on fumes Your life and mine Like the sands of time Slippin’ right on through And our love’s the only truth That’s why I run to you ~ Lady Antebellum – I Run to You
Sady is wearing: hair:DOUX – Eden hairstyle @ Dubai head:LeLUTKA Erin Head body: [LEGACY] Meshbody (f) (1.2) skin: [Glam Affair] Beatriz Skin [Lelutka] @ C88
So, its no secret that I like hanging out at FMD. Every Saturday they have events with prizes. I don’t dress up hoping for a prize, I just dress up, because it’s fun. So, this past weekend the theme was fetishes. Now, I’m not innocent by a long shot and I would consider myself to enjoy some pretty kinky stuff, but as for an actual fetish? I’m not sure I have one. According to dictionary.com a fetish is:
an objectregardedwithawe as beingtheembodiment or habitation of a potentspirit or as having magicalpotency.
anyobject,idea,etc.,elicitingunquestioningreverence,respect, or devotion
Psychology. anyobject or nongenitalpart of thebodythatcauses a habitualeroticresponse or fixation.
Number 3, which I underlined, seems to be the most recognized definition. While there are things I like quite a bit, I can’t call any of them habitual. However, I had lots of cute stuff and put together this little outfit and called myself a fuck bunny, having no clue what that actually meant. Mind you, I didn’t go marching (or hopping…tehehe) into the club announcing that I was a fuck bunny. I only told a few friends and we all giggled. However, I decided to look up the definition and being a slang term, I knew the best place to find my answer would indeed be none other than the Urban Dictionary. Here’s their definition:
A cute innocent looking girl that is a maniac in bed.
That sweetheart in the HR department who you know would hump you raw given the opportunity.
A virginal, often religious, girl who grew up in the country sheltered by her mother that turns into a complete nympho in bed late in high school.
I don’t know how innocent looking I am, but I won’t dispute the rest of definition #1. I don’t work in HR and while I might hump someone raw if given the opportunity, it wouldn’t just be anyone. As for #3? Yeah, definitely not me. So, there you have it…perhaps you learned something new today, perhaps you didn’t. I know I sure did. Now hop along to the next blog or leave a comment if you’d like. I do so love it when my readers reply. In the meantime, the details below will tell you how to achieve any and all parts of MY fuck bunny look. *grins & nibbles on a….carrot*
“A library is never — for lovers of the written word — simply a place for conserving or storing books but rather a sort of living creature with a personality and even moods which we should understand and learn to live with.” – Francisco Márquez Villanueva
As long as I can remember, I’ve loved books. Yes, I love to read, but its more than that. I love possessing books. I love the smell of them and the feel of them in my hands, the pages between my fingers. I love the energy and smells of bookstores and libraries alike and each has their own individual scent. Books are like magical portals to another world and when a story really pulls you in…that collection of paper and words truly transports me so far away that it is one of the greatest escapes in the world.
I love this quote, because its just so damn true. Whether a small collection of books or an entire room or building, the titles and authors on display truly come together to create a personality of its own, not to mention a reflection of the keeper of said books.
hair: Lamb. Lilac (*new* @ Uber)
head: CATWA HEAD Denice
Veechi – Culprit Shadow (*new* @ Uber)
body: Maitreya Mesh Body – Lara
skin: #20 [PUMEC] – MIA – JUNE (*new* @ Epiphany)
tattoo: IDTTY Body Shop – Feline Fatale
Would you knowingly eat food that you knew was going to make you sick? I think its safe to say that most of us would not. So, why are we so quick to surround ourselves with poisonous people? Why are we so slow to escape unhealthy relationships? Neither are good for our soul and they prevent us from finding joy and true happiness. Why do we waste so much energy and time on such things? We all need to stop with the stupid shit, like arguing over things that aren’t going to matter next month, much less five years from now. The sooner we all let go of the toxic crap in our lives, the sooner we’ll all discover that we are capable of enjoying a better life. I’ll be over here enjoying my virtual churros pretending they are good for me, while you mull that over.
I’m really curious if there are girls in Second Life that actually fall for the lines that some of these men throw at us. I’ve heard of some pretty outrageous things that girls have said to men, as well. From dick pics to lame ass pick up lines to sexual assault, I’d like to say I’ve seen it all, but these ridiculous men cease to amaze me. I’m not talking about the plain ole, “Hi” or “Hello”…or even the “Nice avatar.”
I’m talking about those really far out and inappropriate intros. For instance, I had a guy emote that he grabbed me by the hair and bent me over a table. I didn’t know him from Adam’s housecat! Ironically, he’s IMd me two more times since then, each time at a different club. He never seems to remember me, but I sure af remember him. I mean, that kind of unsolicited emote is like a sexual assault, right? Or the guys that IM every girl in the club with the same opening line. Uhm, dude, we’re all dancing in a row on the same hud, we’re not talking in local, which should indicate we’re probably in a conference. Did you really think we wouldn’t tell each other about the rando in our IMs?
I’m really curious if this tactic works. How many girls do they have to copy/paste that message to in order to get a hit? Does anyone fall for that? If so….WHY???
I took this picture before Christmas and just hadn’t gotten around to using it. I remember thinking about the little rhyme my mother taught me as a child, “Red sky at night, Sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, Sailor’s take warning.” Beyond that, I don’t have anything really deep to say, except go try the demo of this dress, there are subtle levels of sheer and lace that really make this a work of art. My photo doesn’t begin to do it justice.
Obviously, this is not aimed at every single customer in the world or even on the grid. However, it is aimed at enough people that I took it upon myself to use a blog post for the article. I’m not going to bitch at you or try to insult you, because customers are wonderful. Yet, there seems to a few things in Second Life that most customers seemed to be a bit confused about, so I’m going to try and help both the customer, as well as the designer, with a few helpful tips.
Contacting the designer for any reason. First thing I recommend is looking at the designer’s profile. Most designers have specific instructions for common issues and a list of contacts for the fastest response. Follow those instructions. I promise, they’re there for a reason.
Keep it Simple. Whatever the directions say to do…do it. Don’t go over the stop with long drawn out explanations. Designers are smart, they know what keywords mean. So, instead of explaining why you made a double purchase, just stated: Double purchase….and whatever else the designer needs from you.
Transaction History. People, please, learn what this is…it is your friend and can save you so much frustration down the road. It surprises me how many people don’t know how to do this. You go to SecondLife.com and log in. On the left, there’s a drop down menu for Account, then a clear and precise option for Transaction History. This will open up a variety of options with your most recent transactions listed, along with other pertinent information. Copy & paste what you need.
Be polite & patient. Chances are if you’re having an issue with the fit or not receiving your item, other people might be, too. The designer might be dealing with complaints as quickly as possible. Being nasty and rushing the designer is not going to encourage them to help you any faster.
Designers are human, too. Please remember that just like you, designers are people with lives in RL and some even manage to have one in SL. However, they are very busy and deserve some time off without having to hide on an alt. Being courteous takes you a long way.
Profiles are important. Please read designer profiles, customer service profiles, etc. Make sure you are contacting the correct person and it might not hurt to double check what your sending to make sure its got all the right info.
Legacy names matter! I personally like to sign my notecards with a copy of my calling card. Just type your name into your inventory search and you’ll find yours. This makes it easier for the designer to find you. However, if for some reason a calling card is too difficult for you…-_-…please copy your legacy name, not your display name. You cannot be searched by display name and it is not the designer’s job to play detective to figure out who sent them what.
That’s it for now, my lovelies. However, my regular readers know I love doing these “Dear _______” posts. So, there you have it, the first directed at customers. Happy Shopping!
That’s right, part of the changes for the new year, include a new primary hair color. I’ve had dark red hair in both worlds over the years. After a life changing event 3 yrs ago, I bleached the red from my real hair and swore off the color. I thought things couldn’t get worse than they did in 2015, but the world has gone out its way to prove me wrong. I had red real hair when I started Second Life in 2006. In Second Life, I started off all tan with black hair. By Easter of 2007, I was in red hair and didn’t change until probably 2012 or so…then I slid into blond and stayed there for the most part. Meanwhile, in real life, I kept the red hair all but one year until Jan of 2016. I’ve been blond in both worlds ever since. This year I’m reclaiming the things I’ve always loved, but have punished myself with deprivation of said things simply because someone else in my life didn’t like it. I’ve walked around broken glass, because of other people’s paranoia, suspicions, and unfounded accusations. I’ve let so many people use me and trample over my for so long that I forgot who I am.
I am the girl that does what she wants, says what she wants…and if you really want to know how I feel about something, you just have to ask, because my lack of filter delivers the truth. So, brace yourselves, cuz Sady is starting this new year on fire! (You might see a few more blond pics that were taken before NYE.)
Believe in something…live for something…don’t just exist.
It’s difficult to admit that I’ve allowed myself to slip so far down the rabbit hole that I don’t even recognize myself anymore. That I let life get the better of me and relinquished my terms completely. All of my boundaries faded away as I shriveled down into myself. Then I had a conversation with an old friend that really made me think. She suggested that I must have something to look forward to…something to live for…and I couldn’t think of a single one. So, more than a resolution…this is a goal. This year, I will believe in something…might just be that my cat is an asshole, but I will believe in something. I will live for something…not someone…something else…something that’s mine. From there, perhaps I can work on a list other smaller goals I have set for myself. That’s the goal anyway. Happy New Year and Happy Shopping ❤