We got about 90 minutes together. It's nice when that much time goes so fast. Wait... it's not nice that is DOES, it's nice that it can.
I won some more Lindens and am patiently waiting on Mistress' approval on one or more of a few possible purchases. If she says I can buy any of them, it's going to be like an addict getting another shot or snort or whatever they do. I'll be all sweaty as I am going into the store and then as I am waiting for SL to deliver the goods, I'll get all shaky and jittery and then once I get it, I'll make this pathetic groaning sound and slump down in a corner with a vacant look on my face, wondering when my next fit of shopping will take place. It won't matter though because I will be too high on my new pair of pants to really think much about it. All that matters is that I shopped.
Do I have a shopping problem? No. Definitely not.
I must confess though that I find myself mildly irked that Mistress asked me to help Dina - our frequently disappearing new friend - with her clothes but doesn't trust me enough to let me buy my own things unless she approves first.
Oh well. Fill in the blanks: Sometimes it _____ to be a _____.
Now the easy version: Someti_es it suck_ to be a sl_ve.