This has been an ultra hectic week.
Those who know me well know that I have a hate/hate relationship with the ground. Since I was a child, I've had to deal with scraped elbows and knees, dislocated knees, sprained ankles and so on and so forth.
I LOVE Camden, a little town in London, the mecca for the goth community here.
I'm there once, twice a week and it's really grown on me. So much so, that it's decided to love on me as well as last night it decided to trip me on my way to the train station, making me land on both of my knees, scraping and bruising them.
The funny side to this? Yes, there is one. The whole of High Street got to see my ass. Leave it to me to fall forward while wearing a mini skirt.
With all of this, I can say one thing. For those that live in the UK, if you need to buy tights, you HAVE to get the ones at Asda. It's their store brand, but make sure they're 80 Denier, their best thread count. Unfortunately I threw out the packaging to give you the exact info, but Max has promised to get me another set next week so I will post pics when I get them.
With dirt and crap from the sidewalk embedding themselves into my knees, the tights DID NOT break. At all. It's like they disintegrated right before the fall then reappeared after I yelled out like a loony.
On another sad note, at the end of the month I will be moving back to NY. My visa situation didn't work out so on the 30th I'll be saying goodbye to my beloved UK and heading back to the calm quietness that is upstate NY.
I don't want to go, I really don't. I have to leave Max behind and go back to the US alone, and it depresses me. My body is stressed out beyond comprehension and as each day goes by the urge to break down and scream my lungs out gets stronger.
But, as my old boss once said, sometimes you just have to put on your big girl pants and get things done. We hated hearing it at work, but it does make sense. Crying will get me nothing but puffy eyes and it won't help Max either. The man is just as stressed as I am at this point.
With all of this, I have to say, my friends in both the cyber and real world
have really stepped up to the plate. With all the support I've received, I cannot say that I am not loved.
I love my man
And my Anna Banana
And my wife
And this dude
Which brings me to the last part of today's post.
While working on this round of Going Bust photos I was visited by my own little demon child.
Vasile has been a big part of my life for quite some years now and even through his incessant whining and obsession with mine and everyone else's legs, I know he loves me, that's why he's with me today in my photo shoot.
The designers on the Cleavage sim have really been busy this round, my inventory was bombarded with new fashions to wear.
Here's my top picks this round.
You only have until Monday to get these exclusives at an extra special price only at the Cleavage sim, SL's premiere sim for everything booberific!
And remember, when life throws you lemons, ask "Where the fuck is the rum bitch?!"