Couldn’t manage to get the car washed before going out…?

What do you see when you look at the image?

I havent played in a while so I had to update my program when I logged on to get this snap shot.

A few notes.

I have no tattoos
My hair is shorter than this Computer guy.
No matter how long I work out, my abs will never look like that. Ah, gotta love the instant fat removal /muscle development that is allowed with computer animation.

A friend sent me this.

Me as a Sim. I look much younger, nicer and note the absence of gray.

I’ll post the SL version of me later on (that is more along my lines)

My cat is sick and has totally defied my orders to improve immediately.

I applied her flea medication yesterday which caused her to immediately hate me for the rest of the day. She avoided me and slept in a basket located in my spare room. This morning, I notice she is sluggish and only mildly happy to see me. The little bugger is usually purr horny first thing in the morning. So I’ve watched her all day. She eats, sleeps. Stupid me. Typical cat I suppose.

Still I will keep an eye on her.

Here is a picture for anyone interested. This bitch is the current love of my life. She never growls, never whines, and talks to me when I get home.

It is like a secret that you don’t want to speak - yet the art and artist deserve to be shared. She is talented and her work, moody and passionate.

deviantART: rupa

I felt then somewhere near the lowest place on Earth. I was not yet in Hell, I was sure, for Hell was only for kinder things. Staring this vileness in the face and knowing that its face was mine as well was too much to bear; yet, I could naught but bear it.

I wanted to lash out and strike the mirror in front of me, with my nearly bare hands, or with some other instrument of destroying. I was forced to stare at this mirror, which stared cruelly back, presenting to my dark eyes only myself — a stark, uncompromising reality; a freakish dystopia would have been kinder.

My face was scratched; I could see that in the mirror, but more clearly, my countenance was scarred. I knew the gash there on my forehead would not heal cleanly. I knew for the rest of my life it would sneer secretly at me in every reflection, at every opportunity.

All these things were silent, though. My tears, my sobs all too choked to hear even inside my own head. Only my hands screamed disbelief at my deed. Then they wailed curses against me the guilty. Finally, they cried, helpless to do anything else.

These hands were the final torture for me. Everything I ever would do, produce, commit from then on would be blackened by the tears now spilling from them, bare save for their coat of red. With the dawn of horror too large, I shielded myself piteously with my crying fists.

A repost from a site I came across in a Google image search. It was moving and while I thought to come up with my own ideas for exactly why the person in the image was how she was, no words could match the sense of feeling that the above has accomplished. Photography/Digital Image Credit: Rupa

Two sites to mention, finding one, led me to the other.

The Dominant’s View - An ad riddled homepage left me cold and I was about to resign myself to 100 pop ups as soon as I clicked enter, and yet, they didn’t occur. The site has a variety of links, articles, pictures etc… which did prompt a deeper look. I glanced over a few of them lightly and, while finding myself annoyed at their (the individual contributors) take on things, also felt that they did an adaquate job of presenting their case. They tout themselves as an ‘ezine for the dominant mind.’ Give them a look.

Nawa Yoi Galleries Erotic Photography that doesn’t suck in the least. Found it while visiting The Dominant’s View.