"I have a task for you, and I plan on doing it too," Spitfire speaks to me just before going to bed for her night. "I will be doing this too. Blog about the Old Guard." I baulk. She gives me the same assignment the next day. And the next. And the next. "I am … Continue reading The Old Guard
Spitfire and I have been having long talks. Really long talks. There's two main issues: Miss Jealousy and I interacting, and the giant elephant in the room. I have been told in no uncertain terms to not have anything to do with Miss Jealousy and her drama inducing antics. So, other than maybe saying hi, … Continue reading Long Talks
I'm not exactly sure how or why it happened, but Spitfire's computer had the magic smoke issue. You know what the magic smoke it - it's what computers run on. If the magic smoke escapes, the computers stop running. Either that, or the hamsters in the power supply have all died. As soon as her … Continue reading Magic Smoke
Here I am, once again, in Spitfire's arms. Do you know how hard it is to get a close up photo of us dancing together? Especially a good one? This was taken over a week ago, during a Galleria set. I'm on Linden restrictions again. I have to give half of what I earn to … Continue reading Mind = BLOWN
Originally posted in September on another site that doesn’t keep dates of when things were posted. Playing catch up. This is in response to Spitfire's blog post from my "yesterday." I have been interested in hypnosis/trancing/placebo effects for years. In my late teens and 20's, I experimented with it and played with it. I even … Continue reading Little Lonely And Lost Kittlen
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