twisting around

Some pics so my rambling, talking out of my rear-end post isn’t the top post. *g*

I run and I run but the scenery never changes.

Anyone have a carrot?

Um…. a little help here?

You never know what will happen when you sit on a poseball. Sometimes you act out a scene from a romance novel:

Sometimes you just canoodle, until Cthulhu rises from the waters to eat you:

And sometimes you spend five minutes looking at the poseball name wondering if it’s some sort of naughty euphemism:

I made a dress, all by myself! The neckline is jaggy and the fabric texture doesn’t match from top to bottom to skirt, but I don’t care because I made it all by myself.

Notice how I took the picture in the most flattering environment setting. Ha.

Also, another Moulin Rouge for me to sit on! I wonder how many of them are in SL? Or how many versions of New Orleans there are? Maybe I should try to find them all and perch on each one.

Touching and/or sitting on stuff in SL can sometimes make unexpected things happen. Like this plot of catnip for instance. If it looks like I’m humping the catnip, that’s pretty accurate. I also rolled in it. It’s my own fault, really. The sign does warn me not to get in the catnip.

All I did was touch the axe! I swear!

I’m not even going to tell you about this poseball I met.