Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who’s left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
Will you think of times you’ve told me
That you knew the reason
Why we had to each be lonely
It was just the season
I’m putting off my “show off” arcade post for another day. While we all had gatcha fever there were a couple of events going that you should scrape up your remaining lindens and pay them a visit.
I can’t believe Christmas is almost here. I’ve done all my gift shopping for the most part. I just have my secret santa left and that will be easy peasy. Sal and I are still kicking around concepts for our holiday picture. At this point we may not have a holiday picture because I’m searching for just the right pose. Fortunately when it comes to christmas outfits, especially the sexy variety, I don’t have to search far.