Okay. That’s it. Time for some real science fiction stuff here – “Beam me up, Scotty!”
Waaaahhh! I wanna live in Second Life (SL.) At least in SL if I break something, I can go buy another real cheap, or in the worst case scenario, I can delete it from my inventory because it really wasn’t that necessary anyways. Or better yet, if I crash, I can just log off and log back on again.
Screeecch! Back to reality, or Real Life (RL) as us SL’ers affectionately (or not so affectionately) call it. Garr! I did crash today, but not the kind where I can just log off and log back on. I <cry> hurt my poor little car today and that of a coworker. Can you say “accident?” How about “Bonehead?” I know… better yet, “Are you a real blond?”
Yup. I did it. End of my day, I’m tired and I pull out of my parking lot to go home. Of course, normally our parking lot isn’t very full but it was today and I cut the wheel to sharp and did a nice grinding motion against my coworkers car. 
Damn good thing we’re good friends or she probably would have strangled me on the spot. Still, nonetheless, I feel like crap – left my paint smears on her car and hers on mine. Ack! Now does that suck or what? I wanna be able to click my “Edit” button and go and redo the paint job. *sigh*
So, I think I will toddle off to SL today and take solace in the fact that I cannot really do much damage to anything other than my pride when I accidently detach my hair and can’t find it for a half an hour. Damn!
“Scotty… can you give me any more power? I need that transport now!”
