Dear SG Staff & Ladies;

While it's been nice catching up on the new sets and reconnecting with a couple people in SGLand, I find that the reasons I left are the same reasons I won't renew.

I'm just not that into it any more.

I don't spend much time on the interwebs any more as a whole. School, Work, and a real life social network takes up all of my time. I could sit here and flip through countless pictures of really beautiful naked women. But I have to ask myself "Why?" when with a phone call I can have boobies delivered to me and in my face.

Please don't misunderstand My Dear SG Ladies, I am so appreciative of the art that you share. But you don't zip past my house on your way home and give me a blowjob just because you thought I could use the help getting to sleep.

Thank You Again for this opportunity to reconnect.

N.

I'm active again thanks to an anonymous donor of monetary units. The email didn't say who was nice enough to donate 3 months to SGLand so I have no clue who to personally thank. So...

THANK YOU EVERYBODY!

That pretty much covers it. If the donor wanted something more personal then they should have put their name on it.

N.

I'm leaving the site for a while.

It's been great fun.

I wish you all well.

You just wait, I'll pounce you when you least expect it.

If they are not in my face, your boobies are going to waste.

Nuff Said.

You know.. sometimes I wish that the new post button on this page also contain and auto-generate blog button so I wouldn't have to type something out. Some days I just have nothing to say about anything. So I thought about MadLibs. Why can't we have MadLibs auto-gen blogs for us? So I went to Madlibs and found one of their online MadLibs to make my blog post for today.

POLITICAL SPEECH
Ladies and gentlemen, on this dizzy occasion, it is a privilege to address such a friendly-looking group of dogs. I can tell from your smiling rocks that you will support my yummy program in the coming election. I promise that, if elected, there will be a spatula in every zoo and two oranges in every garage. I want to warn you against my ugly opponent, Mr. Robin. This man is nothing but a vast wood. He has a shaggy character and is working speaker in glove with the criminal element. If elected, I promise to eliminate vice. I will keep the leaves in the public till. I promise you tasteless government, damaged taxes, and boring schools.

You're So Bad...
One bitter contestant that came to howl was so thoughtless that one of the judges made a bet with her. He said she was such a bad ballerina that if she pronounced in restaurant, everyone would leave! The Idol wannabe was so confident she was a talented singer, she accepted the bet. If she could sing for a crowd in the street and have five million of the people there not strangle, she would get to greet to Hollywood! So the contestant, who sort of looked like Anna, sang her kidneys out. She shook her hips and waved her pickles, and one by one, all of the people in the work left. All except one, that is! Orlando Bloom stayed and clapped for her! He yelled Oh My! and even gave her a standing ovation! She was so happy, she started to explode!

Semester over.. yay...

What's with the friendship spamming by the hopefuls? Seriously. Does this actually count towards their sets going live or something? Friendship spamming total strangers in hope that they will come look at pictures of your naked body, that's a little creepy if you ask me.

On Another Note

I ran across this painting by Bernard Tate. "Between Dreams"

To me, it's totally captivating. The words escape me at the moment to fully describe it.

Just WOW.

Is Late

Is Sleepy

Is Bedtime

Is Under the covers should you wish to join me.

N.

Nothing new to report.

I'm not dating.
I'm not in a relationship.
I don't want to be in a relationship.

That's the life of this little kitten.

*purr*