I woke up this morning and was soooo cold. Like chilled to the bone cold. I immediately opened my curtains to let the warmth of the sun in and grabbed my favorite sweater. Here I sit all bundled up with my coffee…shivering…I look at my phone to check the temperature thinking it must be below freezing, right? WRONG. It’s 52°F/11°C. Mind you, we had the air conditioner on two days ago and its set to only come on when the temp is above 78°F/26°C. While its certainly a lot colder than two days ago, I’m sitting here laughing, because a month from now….52°F/11°C is going to seem quite warm. Isn’t it funny how our bodies adjust so quickly? It really is quite fascinating when you think about it. I’m happy for the cooler temps, I’ll just be happier once my body adjusts.
This is my thought process brought to life…okay, pixels! GAW! Ok, so sometimes I take a picture with nothing in mind to write about and lately….as I’m sure you know…I’ve been struggling with topics to write about, because my life is uneventful, okay? So, I rack my brain sometimes trying to think of something to say. When I was looking for poses to take this picture and saw this one, I giggled. I thought, that’s me when I’ve got writer’s block! So, there you have it…its short and sweet…but here’s my dramatic take on my own writer’s block hell. *grins*
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.
Watching YouTube videos in the morning with a nice bowl of weedies, it just gets the day off to a great start. That fresh cup of tea or coffee, freshly sticky packed bowl, and a whole day to yourself. It’s not something I do very often, but on the rare occasion that I do, it really is quite special. Listen to what YOU want, sleep, eat….or don’t…go outside…do whatever you want…So, if you’ve never waked and baked, I highly recommend it…at least once. Take a day to yourself and just let go…let your mind travel to places you never imagined it could go.
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.)
Tracy Redangel met my Challenge to Challenge post by suggesting a ski mask and a jump rope. I swear I think she chose those things just to get me worked up. She knows my mind is going straight to porn! However, as the holidays have been exceptionally hard on me this year, I can’t help but think of all the good uses for a ski mask and a rope…like hanging my ex from a tree…or his whore. Both bring a nice little smile to my face. Thank goodness its not illegal to fantasize about murder. I could never actually do it, of course, but these thoughts dance through my head often. Especially when you go to a party and see another ex there with the whore HE left you for, too. Yeah, I get it. I suck. Don’t date me…oh wait…that would imply someone was trying. *cracks up*
So goes life, I’ll just be over here with my murderous fantasies. *grins*
Alright, so the other day, I challenged my readers to challenge me in a post so adequately titled: Challenge to Challenge. The first to offer up a challenge was my ever so sweet girl, Tiffany Parkin. She wants me to compare a sextant and a football. Well, I had to look up sextant, because I had no clue what it was. I must admit, I was quite disappointed to find out that it actually has nothing at all to do with sex. *sighs* That Tiffany is such a tease!
So, to start off, these two things have one thing in common right off the bat. I know nothing about either one. I now know that one is used for celestial navigation or something like that…the other, well, is the ball with which American football is played and looks nothing like a ball in my opinion. I guess the next thing they have in common is stars. Although one deals with the stars in the sky, the other often produces the celebrity type. Pretty sure you could bore me to death talking about either one of them, as well. So, there you have it….I did my best. *shakes her head and mutters about Tiffany being a sadist*
I’ve been told that I’m a bit of a downer lately and I know it’s true. I’ve also been told that I need to socialize more, but the downer thing is exactly why I can’t right now. I have to keep busy, keep moving forward until all of this real life crap is so far behind me that I can barely see it, much less cry over it. I’m sorry to to the friends that need me right now. I’m simply not strong enough for both of right now. You deserve better, but please know that I do love you all…I am just a mess right now. I’m doing my best to keep myself pulled together, but the minute I stop moving forward…the very moment I let my demons have so much as one second of time in my head. I’m doomed. So, am I withdrawing and isolating? Yes, a bit, but I am trying not to withdraw too much. I even reached out to a handful of friends to do some collaborations. So, you’ll be seeing those soon. ♥
For those of you that know the song, I hope you heard “My Sabrina” to the tune of “My Sharona” cuz that’s totally how I heard it in my head as I wrote it. *giggles* Once again, this post will only mean something to those that have at least heard of the Netflix show, The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. Essentially, its a modern, more graphic, more dramatic version of Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Or is it? What I found out is that what most of think is the original Sabrina from television is NOT the original at all. In fact, the original Sabrina stems from an Archie comic book released in October 1962. This eventually led to her having her own comic series, Sabrina the Teenage Witch. And THAT was the inspiration for the first television show that was on ABC & WB. However, as Archie and the gang were brought forward through the comic book series, so was Sabrina. As the stories took a turn and started being published under Archie Horror (another branch of the brand, I guess)…the comics went darker and were called The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. These newer, darker stories were the inspiration for Netflix’s new show. It makes perfect sense if you know about Riverdale which is about Archie and the gang already.
All of this brings us to the here and now. I was just making fun of the fact that our newest Sabrina looks exactly as she did on Mad Men. When I found the makings of this entire outfit at the latest round of FaMESHed. So, I present to you Sabrina the full grown witch that is still wearing that short hair and headband, but shorter skirts and bigger tits. You’re welcome. *giggles*
Have you ever wondered why so many men hold their hands in front of their genitals? Some even go so far as to cup them….right in public, like it’s nothing. You don’t see women going about with their hands on their tits or snatch. So, what is it with men? Why do they feel the need to hold it? Are they afraid its going to fall off? Are they protecting it from some invisible force that’s going to injure them? Did Michael Jackson make it look so cool that they all want to squeeze their bits so they can sing those high notes? Surely not, that sounds terribly painful.
It’s rarely professional looking types in suits either. It’s usually those in baggy pants. Perhaps they’re wearing boxers or not wearing underwear at all and miss the support that briefs provide. Perhaps they never graduated from the phallic stage of their lives. Maybe they just like the way it feels in their hands. I don’t know, but I sure find it peculiar. I’d love to hear other theories and if any men are reading this, perhaps you can enlighten me…why do you hold it?