Some days it seems I end up having to do it all. Circumstances turn me into chief cook, bottle washer, dog-sitter, therapist, den mother and referee. This is panning out to be one of those days.

If my friends are not going through a midlife crisis, they are breaking up with their online significant other and needing a shoulder. Personally I’m happy even if I’m moving my SL home for the second time in 24 hours, and trying to think of how to break it to a friend, while still being kind, that you are moving off his sim, because what hes doing to the place is driving you batshit.

Rant over..*takes a deep breath*

On a more positive note, I can’t wait to see my sweety, snuggle the stuffins out of him and show him the new place, horses, volkswagen bus in the driveway and all. Its home, and best of all no creepy pervs invading my space…gotta love it.