The Love Boat, Stylin’ and Kinky Stuff

Well oh my it’s been quite a week. RL reared it’s ugly head and made me spend some time in it.

I went to see my Personal Development Officer (they give you one of these when you’ve been out of work for a long while, as a consolation prize for being essentially a bit crap) and he asked me how I was feeling about my job search at the moment. I said ‘Well honestly Dave (for that is his name) I’m feeling like there is something essentially wrong with me that nobody has bothered to tell me about’ and he reassured me somewhat, which was nice. He is very nice and all that, not his fault I’m jobless and have spaghetti on my shirt is it?

Monday I did my set at the Pig, twas a good laugh as usual and (be still my heart) my hunny, my love, my Thomas had decided to get a new outfit to seduce me with. His
Roboaliensapiencockmonster (available from all good stockists) ava had us all on our knees (laughing) within minutes as he proudly demonstrated how he had a light up torch attachment that shot out of his pelvis at one click. It makes me so happy that he’s keeping our dream alive 😀

I went to the Mod night at AAi on Tuesday for a while, Kimberley Sixpence played the full set as Eden’s pc has gone to heaven. While I watched her effortlessly breakdance her way through the set (which was excellent) I thought about how at some point I really must go out and buy some bloody mod dances for the dance machine. Linden and lindens willing, I’ll go this week.

Right near our house there is a boat, you could charitably call it a love boat but in truth, it is a place that noobs go to shag other noobs. God knows how the landmark is getting around, but it seems that it being the property of our fab neighbour does not put them off. Well! I logged on the other day, and clumsily managed to double click on the boat as I rezzed and yep, landed right in there next to the bed. I quickly tp’d home (I had a nice dress on and didn’t want any flying bodily fluids to soil it) and it seems I was too late. I was followed by the solitary noob who had been there waiting for his chance. He followed me home (only about 35 metres) and valiantly did battle with our security orb in order to convince me of his passion. I have to tell you, I was impressed with his tenacity, he’d get booted 80 feet and come back for more. Now that’s my kinda guy 🙂

*Straightens glasses, clears throat, looks sternly at camera* In other news this week…

Reports of a brand new facelight designed to enhance even the dullest of skins has reached the eyes (and all other orifaces) of those in AAi <))) Creators warn that it should be used only in conjunction with factor 40 sunscreen and all friends should be asked to sign a disclaimer prior to prolonged exposure.

Fashion has reached new heights. Keeping a dog in your handbag is no longer de-rigeur (I’d say, it’s so last week, but that’s so last week now) Those in the know are saying you should keep a pussy on your head, according to fashionista Sira, pictured here with a petite charcoal feline accented with green eyes. Sira, 25 years old, 36-26-34 claims that she hopes the new fashion will bring ‘world peace and an end to poverty’ (Standard disclaimer: Quotes in blog may be fictional, Sira may just have stuck a cat on her head and indeed may not recommend this to other avas)

So yep, I think that’s me all caught up for now, keep smiling 🙂

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