Ok let me get the random out of the way first. So i log into sl the other day. Im there a few minutes and then log out. I came back after a few hours and tried to log in. It threw me some where i have never been before. Right beside this donkey. (see picture) Then i thought ok maybe it just weirder out. So i try to tp home again. This time it threw in the donkey. Thank God i wasnt in Tijuana. lol So i thought ok whats wrong here. I sit on my new friend and look up the bookmark i made months ago for my home. so i find it and try to tp. It once again throws me on this donkey. (we's god friends now so it was cool. hehe) This time it tells me that my home needs to be reset because of the maturity ratings. WTF?? It couldnt tell me that like 2 donkey rides ago? Well i msg. Majik and whine. hehe (she's used to it) so she goes down to my house and sends a tp. I say goodbye to my donkey friend (again!) and the tp works. She was such a sweetheart and explained to me how to fix what the problem was. If you have the new viewer make sure you do this. Its in your preference menu under general. It will say i want to too and have a drop down menu. Set your rating there. So i was fine until i tried to tp home again. It took my home position off so i once again got to see my donkey friend. lol What i thought was the craziest is the only mature things on my land is my my thoughts when i look at the neighbors house. hehe (he's in the next part) So if you wanna tp inside my head, fix you rating under the general tab in preferences.
I'm guessing this is what makes my land mature, hehe
My new donkey friend
Saying goodbye to my new friendOk so that was the random part. This next part is the mushy stuffs. I have a really awesome friend in sl. (yeah i have more then one but this one is really really special to me.) I may have mentioned him here a few times. (ok ive mentioned him alot or hinted at him alot. hehe) Ive teased him about being his stalker. I just like spending time with him. (ok i'll leave out the mad lusty crush ive had on him for over a year. hehe) The other night i came in from what ill call a exhausting road trip. (ok really it was 56 hours in a car with someone ya really like to the end of the trip you wanna kick the steering wheel so you wont have to talk anymore) Also to add to it, It was Mothers Day here in the states. (most of you know why i loathe this holiday sooooooo much so i wont bore) So i log in and i get a Boo! I instantly smile and all the past 56 hours seems to just disappear. We get to chit chatting about nothing in particular (im good at talking about nothing, hehe) and the subject changes to drows. I love anything mythical and magical. So my curiosity is peeked. So he tells me a little bit more about them. So far what i know is they are evil and the women are not sub servant. (Ok if you was asked to list words that AREN'T me those 2 would be prolly the first to on the list.) So im even more curious. We decide to go shopping to look at drow stuff. I have some, but its cutes and not really what he had just described to me. Plus he has incredible taste so anytime he says shopping im more then willing to go. So we go and pick out skins and scarves and eyes and the whole 9 yards. He even picked out weapons for me. I found out im the suck at using them but hey i have them. lol He took me to a sim (name escapes me right now) and he showed me how to draw and use my weapons. I think id be awesome and could kick his ass if i knew how to use mouselook. lol But hey im learning. He is also the one who taught me what the mini map is. Im still forgetting about that one
My drow outfit. (non edited picture)So i said all that to say thanks. I hope he reads this and realize what a really awesome time i had. I may not of said what was bothering me but im glad you was there (again). I keep telling him one day he will realize how irresistible i am and i dunno brand his name on my butt or something. Til then im happy to spend time with him and stalk him.
Now if you'll excuse me ~grabs her binoculars~ I have a friend to go see. =P

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