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4 April, 2007
You won’t believe what I’m wearing!
No, not the Vag t-shirt.
Or that other one.
I just decided to astonish everyone and so when I came out of the bathroom I was wearing my prettiest blonde hairdo and a ball gown with such a swishy prim skirt I don’t see how in the world I’m going to fit through the door of the Airbus.
And I told them no way I’m buying a second seat just for my skirt. The unfortunate who has to sit with me is just going to have to disappear into it for the duration of the flight.
All the boys in the waiting area are vying for that honor.
It’s far too soon to come back, but Oxford made me a deal I couldn’t refuse. Chey doesn’t know it yet, but I told them I wasn’t going anywhere unless they threw in an honorary doctorate.
Henry Kissinger wasn’t using his, so they gave it to me. It’s in my carry-on; I didn’t want to risk putting it in the checked luggage, not after all the hassle in Heathrow. I’m certain my suitcase is on a flight to Katmandu or Lagos.
I expect there will be a confrontation upon my return to Pele.
Because boyfriend hangs out there. And brings all his girlfriends there.
Pele is my home, and Cheyenne’s home, and Sweetie’s home, and Cheyenne pays $100 US a month for it. We shouldn’t feel uncomfortable in our own home!
I expect I would go nutso and burn down the Dragon Skybar or something if I saw BF dancing with one of his paramours there.
I almost said bimbo, but I know for a fact that Milky is a nice girl. I can’t vouch for the others, although Chey tells me one of them was certainly a sex alt.
Recent rez date, no payment info, no groups, no photo, no profile info, no first life info, no ratings, av more polished looking than rez date would suggest, hitting big time on BF the first time she seems him, and oh yes, she just happens to be from his home state, but not until he has already told her which one it was, what do YOU think?
Oh. Chey tells me the insurance policy has lapsed, so no, I won’t be burning down the Dragon.
I know Chey and Sweetie were uncomfortable last night when BF brought one of his new flames back to the Dragon after a Bill and Pam Havercamp concert. Sweetie got so incensed she put on her clothes and jumped to wherever they went to after they left the Dragon, but thought better of it and came back to bed. That got Chey upset.
And I’m upset.
So we’re all upset.
Chey has a sign up at the Dragon Skybar. It reads “No Drama.”
And it has been nothing but drama since BF started dating. (He claims they’re not dates, but c’mon!)
There can be no more drama at Pele.
So as soon as the plane lands in Phoenix and I can get home and on my PC, I’m going to ask BF, for the good of everyone involved-- including, and maybe especially, himself-- to find another place to live.
I’m afraid if I don’t, Chey will tell him he needs to go.