Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta

If you've been trying to IM me in world lately, most likely you've gotten that annoying "This person is too damn busy to talk to you" message.

Yeah, I've had my World set to Busy lately. Not talkative these days. I dwell in blissful silence.

Plus, I just want to finish this motha-jumpin' Bunny Hop hunt and get on with my life.

I'm about to become an editor-at-large for a RL bridal magazine -- **cough, hack** (sorry) -- and meanwhile in this parallel universe, I recently was kind of shocked to discover how many wedding dresses I happen to have in my SL inventory. 

They're all wedding dresses I've won in lucky chairs or snagged as freebs or dollarbies (I hate that word), along with one Last Call gown I won at a charity auction last year.

So this post originally was going to be a showcase of all my SL wedding gowns.

I got about a third of the way through it and screamed, "MY GOD, THIS IS BORING AS HELL!"

So I killed that draft and spared you the agony.

**blows the smoke off the blog-killing pistol**

We'll go this route instead (still probably boring as hell though):

Today my RL little brother -- who actually is not "little" but almost 30 -- dropped by after he got off work and busted me "playing Second Life."

I use the term "busted" because I come from a family with a really solid work ethic, meaning if you have time to sit on your derriere in a virtual world, then you have time to, I don't know, wax the floor, paint the house and give the dog a bath. So whenever I log on these days, it's kind of a guilt trip.

But blessedly my youngest brother gets it, so he merely looked over my shoulder and said, "Why does your AV look like such a hooker?"

HEY -- it's just stuff I threw on for hunting. I wasn't TRYING to look like a hooker. But in retrospect, damn, I guess I did look a little bit loose.

That Big Damn Hair is called WhiteLies*Faith Midnyte Hair in Pink Hot (hey, I just type it like I see it) from a freebie fat pack from Panache.

The corset is part of the Eve in Blush outfit from Elate, which I snagged from a Lucky Chair during the Bunny Hop hunt. (Double win!)

I bought those groovy *QU*3 Hippy Pants for something like $77L (maybe?) at one of my FAVORITE STORES, Yome Shoujo, when I went there to snag that Bunny Hop egg as well. (They also come with a "no flower" option.)

Skin is from [the oBscene], jewelry is from all over the damn place, and those are Stiletto Moody Glam Booties in Nude.

That pose is a freebie (or $1L, I forget) from KiiToS!! called "Shoes and Nails," but I like to call it "Go ahead! Smell my armpit!"

I'm not particularly proud of that look, but I thought I'd throw all that info out there in case you too wanna look like a cotton-candy hooker! 

(Add a cute little jacket and some different hair and it really wouldn't be so bad, actually.)

You can't see it very well, but I'm also wearing a butterfly tattoo on my face from [fairy tale]. I bought that during the Bunny Hop Hunt too. Unlike some hunters, I DO try to check out the wares in the stores that are so generously giving me a migraine with their carefully hidden eggs. These face tattoos are in a little $20L-a-pop gumball machine at the back of the store. There are different styles, but I wanted the butterfly. Thank God I got it on the second try or it could've turned out to be an expensive whim.

My little bro's hooker comment was appropriate in one sense though -- that I'm tired of the HOT MESS that currently is my Second Life. I'm tired of petty assholes, and they seem to be everywhere these days. I'm tired of clothes, frankly, and the constant quest to look like a sexy bitch or whatever it is some of us are trying to accomplish here. I'm tired of my ugly furniture. (Must redecorate!) I'm just . . . tired of all of it.

**somebody play a violin righ'chere!**

And at the moment I'm tired of girls. Or women who act like girls, for that matter.

I don't wanna be a girl anymore. And I'm tired of being the queen of the universe, too. **drop-kicks crown across the room**

I feel an extended vacation coming on.

In the meantime, even though I'm not one of those "bunny people," I think I just want to be this Elegant Rabbit from Curious Kitties for a while.



AWWWWWWW!

(I kind of want to get GANGSTA and give her a machine gun or something, though. I'm not used to being so . . . cuddly.)

That AV costs $100L and is yet another item I bought during the Bunny Hop hunt. (Yep, I usually end up going broke on hunts, if that makes you participating store owners feel better.)

Hey, did I hear that there's a Bunny AO somewhere on this Bunny Hop Hunt? If so and you know about it, tell me where please! I need one!

Anyway.

Now that I've returned home to the land of trees and grass and fantastic barbecue and Graceland and, most importantly, people I love, I'm slowly transitioning back to real life. Hanging out with my two-year-old niece is like getting a shot of Vitamin B. 

And I'm not bragging, but I made $4K today before the antique grandfather clock even struck noon (RAWWWWWK!), so I'm also back in the realm of actively participating in and contributing to society (if you can call it that) . . . oh, and a little something called paying bills on time. Sweet, sweet relief.

My mom also is shoving her Southern home-cooking down my face faster than I can eat it, so I'm finally getting my badonka-donk-donk back, and the mosquito bites are finally starting to look like boobs again.

YAY, CURVES!

That's kind of a long stupid way of saying that you'll probably find me as my real self on Facebook in the coming weeks more often than you'll find me on Second Life (I hope), so if you want to -- SHOCKER -- connect over there as real people, shoot me an e-mail or a message in world and maybe we can "make friends." [I just have to get my Facebook page back up.]

And now I must get back to being a bad-ass Elegant Bunny. I still have about 150 more eggs to go. :\

**wiggles an ear and hops off**