Paris Part Deux

Dear Tinkerbell,

So I decided to check out the computer game, Second Life, that all those Starbucks power geeks were talking about between hits from their inhalers. Who wants one fabulous life when you can have two, right? Ugh, I was uber-disappointed at first. I was poor, ugly and dressed in, what appeared to be, a discount, off-the-rack horror! Ick! I was totally commonplace! I mean, hello? Mouse-brown hair and Kelly Kapowski side burns? I don't think so. Anyway, as money is the solution to all problems, I decided to get some of that first. Since I don't "earn" money, I had to get daddy to send a couple mil to some lab in exchange for Second Life's currency. I didn't get that much though...I think Linden dollars are more like Canadian or Monopoly money. Anyway, it was enough to get me to a boutique, a salon, a pharmacy and a plastic surgeon. Voila!



What do you think? Do I look hot or like a tranny hooker? Either way, who wouldn't want to hit that?

Even though I was able to shake off the stench of poly-blend and working class family, there was still something missing...an entourage. I have no problem paying people to hang out with me but I was running low on Linden dollars (ugh, I don't know how common people do it!) so I decided to enlist the help of people already on the payroll. Enter my real life hairstylist and make-up artist. Check us out...



That's about as far as I got today but I'm really excited about all the prospects! I mean, new lives to crush, people to buy, "videos" to shoot and clubs to crash. And best of all, no prisons!! Woot!


Paris
xoxo