Must love zombies

I've got a lot going on right now.

I signed a contract to write five stories a week for my city's newspaper, which is killing me. I've also got a BIG DAMN JOB INTERVIEW coming up in Washington, D.C., and just the fact that I got called for it means HELL YES, I've still got game and I'm about to BRING IT, so everybody step the hell back.

Um, anyway.

All this stress means I really, really, really need to blow off some steam right now, and I'll be totally honest with you: "blowing off steam" is a euphemism for S-E-X.

The British guy I'm sort of seeing-slash-falling asleep on just isn't cutting it for me, so I did the unthinkable today and posted a Match.com profile.

I don't want anything heavy right now. Call me a tramp, but I just want a robust, semi-attractive man to romp around with on a regular basis. Also, if he's gonna see me naked, he's gonna HAVE to have a great sense of humor. I mean a GREAT sense of humor. Like, the GREATEST sense of humor. Ever.

Right now you're probably flinching, covering your eyes and asking, "What the bloody hell does this have to do with Second Life, Emerald???" Well, I'm GONNA TELL YOU, if you just chill for a second.

*hugs!*

This will shock you but as I filled out my Match.com profile, I could not help but joke around . . . so I put "MUST LOVE ZOMBIES" in the "what I'm looking for" section.

And I have to admit, I'm somewhat disturbed at the number of foaming-at-the-mouth men who emailed me today to tell me JUST HOW MUCH they love zombies. As in, passionately.

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OOPS.

(Everybody put a helmet on, because she's totally back in that BOLD ALL-CAPS phase again!)

OK, so here's your SL connection:

Because of the Match.com fiasco, I had zombies on the brain when I logged in world tonight. As such, I zoomed straight over to LuNi Designs because I knew my beloved Nimil Blackflag and her partner Lucas Gerard would not disappoint:



That's Nimil's Dead Girl skin (500L) right there. And it rocks.

(Those eyes are the Garnet Eyes from Beloved Custom Designs, BTW, and they also rock. Everything my friend Aisuru touches is gold, as far as I'm concerned. I wish she would touch my checking account.)

I developed kind of an "I love this girl but oh my God, I am FREAKIN' SCARED OF HER!" crush on Nimil when this endearingly creepy little chick with a noose around her neck came up to me one day and said, "Hey, you're wearing my key!" and BY JOVE, I totally WAS wearing her key . . . and it was and still is the coolest doll key ever.


(Yes, Random Calliope, basically I'm wearing your jewelry in every damn picture I have. Wow! I took that pic way back in February too!)

I think that key was LuNi Design's prize in the last Twisted Hunt. Or maybe it was Greatest Love. I don't remember.

And LMAO, when I was looking through my Photobucket albums for that picture, I found this one:



Look Prad, you're in Japan!!

Poor Prad. He gets blog-stalked so much over here. I don't even remember what that picture was for, but damn, it's still funny. I am seriously laughing right now and I SWEAR it is not because I've been drinking red wine and watching several episodes of "The Golden Girls" in a row.

I think I did a really good job of drawing his hat. *keeps giggling like a crazy person*

Um, so anyway, back to Nimil.

If you're not doing the Fall Twisted Hunt this month, frankly I don't blame you. My will to finish it sort of cracked the other day when I heard someone proclaim, "YAY! I'm at No. 100 in The Twisted Hunt! Only 56 more stops to go!"

*Emerald falls over*

HOWEVER, I do recommend that you at least stop at a few places on that hunt, and LuNi Designs is one of them, because look at LuNi's OH-MY-GAWD-ARE-YOU-KIDDING-ME-WITH-THIS-AWESOMENESS? prize:


(OK, that photo sucks. Sorry.)

It's called The Collector's Case and it has six poses in it. The hunt's twirly little purple box is totally easy to find in her store, too. And all I can really say about it is,

"NIMIL, YOU GUYS ROCK SO HARD I CAN BARELY STAND IT!"

Yes, the word "rock" is sort of being overused today. Let's blame The Beatles for the hell of it.

OK, I'll slow the spaz dance down. Sorry.

And now I have to go correspond with my zombie suitors. Tune in to my next post for some Twisted shoes that you must seek and acquire. And maybe I'll talk about the bloodbath that was my chicken massacre today.

Right now it's just too painful.