Chanda – Guilty Confessions

chanda - guilty

We all know, Chanda is a bit of a wild girl. But what did she do to end up in prison? I’ll leave that to your speculations.

The purpose of this picture and post is Strawberry Singh’s guilty confessions meme

1. Inventory maintenance

While not as bad as Berry’s, I constantly wrestle with my inventory myself. I recently managed to get it just below 80k (79,329 as I’m writing this).

2. Shopping

Yes, I will admit it – I love my shopping sprees. Usually, I end up spending too much money on too many things I never use. Since I have started to blog, however, I took the chance to pull out some of these things, if only just for a picture.

3. Being insociable

If it’s not for a sale or event I want to look at, I hardly ever leave my home in SL, and I’m not very comfortable if I do. I’d never approach a stranger and it usually freaks me out a bit if someone I don’t know IMs me without a real purpose (like begging *sigh* or asking about stuff I’m wearing, etc). Same goes with (customer) IMs that are just like “hi” or “hello”, or even worse “Hi, I have a question.” and then… nothing.
Before this ends as a rant on its own… don’t get me wrong here. I’m not unfriendly (I hope), I’m just very shy. Once I had the chance to get to know someone, I’m fine talking to them or being around them. (HINT: If you want to get to know me, try not to scare me when we first meet.)

Today’s look:

hair: Sadistic Hacker (free)
hairbase: Exile (free)
outfit: 22769 (The 100 Block)
shoes: League

Today’s set:

jail: Lithium
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4 thoughts on “Chanda – Guilty Confessions

  1. I’ve gotten more and more like you about the shopping. One of the main reasons I keep my job as a host in a club is that it forces me to get out and socialise. I don’t dare put that down as one of my guilty confessions when I do my blog…it will hurt too many people’s feelings!

    • See, hosting, DJing and the likes is something I could never do, because people scare me too much. I’m not afraid to hurt anyone by stating how I am. My friends just know the noise under their couch is me, devouring the contents of their fridge or training my army of dust bunnies…

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