The agony of unrequited love (but not from Laleeta!)

(Dress: Bernetta in Navy from Ivalde's *sniff* lucky chair.)

It hurts like a mo-fo when true love suddenly ends.

I feel so sad and alone and deserted and, yes, even rejected.

You see, I'm mourning a horrible break-up right now. And for me, the best way to purge myself of pain is to pound out my angst on a keyboard, shoot it into cyberspace and let the whole world roll around in it.

So as much as it hurts me, I'm gonna have to expose the bleeping-bleepity-bleeper who broke my heart. With love, regret and gratitude for wonderful memories, I'm going to publicly say goodbye here and leave the agony of my unrequited love behind me in this blog post.

GOODBYE IVALDE LUCKY CHAIR!

I loved that chair. I gave it everything -- my heart, my soul, my time. My time. My time. And again, my time.

Even though that delicious, sexy chair hardly ever coughed up an E, my unconditional devotion for it never wavered. Now, as I curl up into this fetal position, crushed and alone and longing for its warm embrace, I'm at least thankful for the memories. I will always cherish the many many many many many nights we spent together. 

OH GOD, how I'll miss those lovely moonlit evenings  -- 10 minutes after 10 minutes after 10 minutes after 10 minutes as my eyes traced its fruitful red curves with lust while my loins and inventory pulsated in anticipation of the caress of that ever-elusive E against my firm and ample pixelated derriere.

When I heard the recent news that Ivalde was closing, (update: YAY but not the Retrology location) I screamed, "CLARETTA IN BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUE!" because (as sad as it sounds) for days and nights this past month I have stood by that lucky chair, longing for that dress. ALAS, apparently we weren't meant to be.

I'm just going to have to accept that.

There's so much more I wanted to share here, so many more special, touching moments with that chair . . . but the clock is ticking into the wee hours of the morning, words are starting to elude me, and I think right now I just need you to bring me some casseroles and let me huddle in bed and get on with the grieving process.

I'm so sorry, Ivalde Lucky Chair. This post is weak. You deserved better. In fact, you've always deserved better than me. And I think you knew that all along. You were just trying to break it to me gently.

. . . . Hey, I want this house at junkDrawer!:



(Yes, I am available to take your wedding photos.)

And no, I have no idea why my "show interfaces" option was checked in Snapshot. ("HAY! It's Emerald Wynn!")

I love junkDrawer and I love this house. It reminds me of the Painted Ladies in the old Chicago suburban neighborhoods where I lived for a while. 

Unfortunately, I think that house would take up the whole parcel of land I just snagged. So instead of buying it and living in it, I just go to junkDrawer and stand around and look at it. If you happen to be prefab house-hunting, read all about its awesomeness HERE. There are more color options and lots of cool features inside. 

And hey, that's an Ivalde dress I'm wearing down there! (Bernetta in Navy, the offspring of one particularly steamy and intimate encounter with The Chair.)

Speaking of lucky chairs, it's my friend Laleeta's rez day. Or it was when I started writing this post. Laleeta is the talented mind behind the oh-so-awesome poses at Pffiou, as well as lead rock star over on the equally awesome Baking Cupcakes blog.

I first met Laleeta one night last year when she was hanging with her Baking Cupcakes crew at the Crimson Shadow lucky chair. I was shy and scared because I totally loved that blog and I wanted to tell her but I didn't want to bug her. Eventually I pulled it together and put my brave and fearless face on.

I said, "Hey, I love your blog!" She said, "Thank you!"

And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

A little while later when we were still semi-strangers, she gave me this balloon she made, but she called it "ballon" because she's from France, and I remember being totally charmed by that and thinking, "GIRL CRUSH!"





(Awwww! I was really cute back then!! A strange color, but cute!)

And then one day the balloon floated away on accident. I lived in a fugly skybox back then, as you can see from the photo above, and occasionally I would see it drifting past my balcony. I would run out to try to catch it and totally fail and end up laughing until my stomach hurt in real life. (<--- easily amused) 

Damn, that seems SO LONG AGO! Those were simpler, innocent times for me. I miss them. *gets all sniffly and nostalgic*

Anyway . . .

HAPPY REZ DAY!! I love you, lovely Laleeta! You've brought me such fun and joy during the past year, and I can't thank you enough for it. Your bright shining presence in my life is worth more to me than all the stuff in my inventory.

Especially since I never won that damn Ivalde dress.