So, its that time of the week again. Our free gift this week is named Bonnie and I was delighted to find the meaning of this name which I feel was chosen correctly for this outfit.
This name has always been more popular in the US than elsewhere, although it is actually Scottish in origin. The word is still used in Scotland and parts of Northern England to mean pretty or attractive.
I have released it with two styles of skirts, the straight system skirt with glitch pants and the flexi prim skirt with pants as well. All is modify.
This is actually quite a big folder as there are prim attachments included such as a off shoulder collar, sleeve cuffs and a tummy sleeve. A sculpty handbag is also included.
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This name has always been more popular in the US than elsewhere, although it is actually Scottish in origin. The word is still used in Scotland and parts of Northern England to mean pretty or attractive.
I have released it with two styles of skirts, the straight system skirt with glitch pants and the flexi prim skirt with pants as well. All is modify.
This is actually quite a big folder as there are prim attachments included such as a off shoulder collar, sleeve cuffs and a tummy sleeve. A sculpty handbag is also included.
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- Mood:swaggering
- Music:The White Stripes
Blog?
Expansive sigh. Im just about as productive with this blog as I am with my job. Which is to say: oy! if you have to ask. Recently Ive been feeling like Ive become something atrophied and moldy that was left in my cubicle. Like an old tupperware container with some remnants of lunch that you place on a shelf and forget about until one dayAiee! Brown fungus among-us!
Yeah, the fungus, she is me. I seem to be the thing I left on a shelf in my cubicle and forgot about for a few months. Every day at work just blends together: ride the bus, put on ID badge, punch time card, walk hallway to cubicle, fill water glass, turn on computer, open email, commence web surfing, surf surf surf, do occasional work-related activities, go to the bathroom, its time for lunch, back from lunch, postprandial nap-itude, surf surf, dodge the boss, go to the bathroom, its only 2:34 pm?, open a Word document, stare at it, surfy surf, answer the phone, go to the bathroom, grab my purse, turn off the computer, slink away from cubicle, walk back down the hallway, punch out time card, catch the bus, walk back home, zzzzzzz.
Only its a little less exciting than all of that.
But Ive got the mother of all excuses for taking a little leave of absence from work this fall. Or, a decent excuse, at least. There appears to be a small human gestating inside of my abdominal cavity, currently dormant but frequently reaching out with alarming force to palpate my liver and other vital organs. Despite the ways in which hes taken over my body, leaving acne, bloating, nausea, cramping, and other unmentionables in his wake, I do believe hes a keeper. Hes due to make an appearance topside (aboveground?) in November, to which I say, Holy Sweet Maternity Leave (which at my place ofdrudgery business is rather spare, but whatever, its extant, bless you Family Medical Leave Act of 1993).
So, yeah, Ive been pretty spaced out for the past few months, especially at work, especially in the cube, where all I want to do all day long is eat cheese and nap (but this is no different from prepregnant life, honestly).
More scintillating insight into work to come, very soon. Specifically, a theory that jobs are really just like boyfriends (or, girlfriends, of course of course). As in, Ive been dating the wrong job for quite some time now. As in, I hope my job doesnt dump me, but I think I want to break up with it. As in, I think my job has been cheating on me with those naive, happy-go-lucky new employees. Slut.
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Expansive sigh. Im just about as productive with this blog as I am with my job. Which is to say: oy! if you have to ask. Recently Ive been feeling like Ive become something atrophied and moldy that was left in my cubicle. Like an old tupperware container with some remnants of lunch that you place on a shelf and forget about until one dayAiee! Brown fungus among-us!
Yeah, the fungus, she is me. I seem to be the thing I left on a shelf in my cubicle and forgot about for a few months. Every day at work just blends together: ride the bus, put on ID badge, punch time card, walk hallway to cubicle, fill water glass, turn on computer, open email, commence web surfing, surf surf surf, do occasional work-related activities, go to the bathroom, its time for lunch, back from lunch, postprandial nap-itude, surf surf, dodge the boss, go to the bathroom, its only 2:34 pm?, open a Word document, stare at it, surfy surf, answer the phone, go to the bathroom, grab my purse, turn off the computer, slink away from cubicle, walk back down the hallway, punch out time card, catch the bus, walk back home, zzzzzzz.
Only its a little less exciting than all of that.
But Ive got the mother of all excuses for taking a little leave of absence from work this fall. Or, a decent excuse, at least. There appears to be a small human gestating inside of my abdominal cavity, currently dormant but frequently reaching out with alarming force to palpate my liver and other vital organs. Despite the ways in which hes taken over my body, leaving acne, bloating, nausea, cramping, and other unmentionables in his wake, I do believe hes a keeper. Hes due to make an appearance topside (aboveground?) in November, to which I say, Holy Sweet Maternity Leave (which at my place of
So, yeah, Ive been pretty spaced out for the past few months, especially at work, especially in the cube, where all I want to do all day long is eat cheese and nap (but this is no different from prepregnant life, honestly).
More scintillating insight into work to come, very soon. Specifically, a theory that jobs are really just like boyfriends (or, girlfriends, of course of course). As in, Ive been dating the wrong job for quite some time now. As in, I hope my job doesnt dump me, but I think I want to break up with it. As in, I think my job has been cheating on me with those naive, happy-go-lucky new employees. Slut.
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- Mood:Cheerful
- Music:Arctic Monkeys
Stardoll hits the big 20 000 000 any day now...
Ladies and gentlemen, takes your guess at how they will celebrate. For 10 million, you'll probably remember they gave a free goody bag to every single member. Im betting they are going to outdo themselves - Free stardollars? Everyone can pick something for free from the Plaza? 20 million stardollars for every person? Pfft yeah. We can dream. The 20 millionth member will probably recieve something amazing. The ten millionth member was called roccia. She recieved 1000 stardollars free and then left stardoll after like a month. Yeah, I was only a little bit annoyed at that. All I can say is... That 20 millionth member is luuuuuuucky.
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- Mood:innocent
- Music:The Killers
