M is for Myg

Continued from Small crimes – met a stranger part III To read this series from the beginning, start with Met a stranger on a train. When you’re done with that, read Bodegaddiction. Then read Small crimes. Then come back here.
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The last thing I can remember seeing was that cash register at the Bodega. Then it all went blank.

I don’t know how long I was out of it. Hours? Days? It felt like a lifetime as the heavy stupor rolled off me like recovery from a near death experience. My head pounded like a bulldozer on broken concrete and I stunk so bad I made myself gag…twice.

My clothes? Gone. I was down to my boxers, but somehow wound up in someone else’s smelly socks and ripped up shirt. My money? Stolen, I guess. I was penniless, not even able to buy a demo hair. My inventory? Fucking wiped. Read more

Do you remember that unbelievably original looking razor necklace Sable made for me for my birthday? NO?! Well, here’s a picture of it again:

Well, ha, it’s your damned lucky day because Sable is now selling this hot item, along with a bunch of other kick ass jewelry at her new store in Little Philly, called Blood Orchid (SLURL). I’ve got more to show you from there, so keep going. Read more

(Continued from Bodegaddiction – Met a stranger part II and part I)

Grinding my smoke out under my heel, I walked toward the bodega. I’d had this joint staked out for about a week. Yesterday I got Myg’s credit card statement; L$875 from Gritty Kitty, L$433 from Skanks r Us, $222 at Miau Haus, and a whopping L$1100 from Artilleri. I passed out and then died again when the doorbell woke me up and it was the building inspector fining me for not having a proper door on my warehouse.

I needed cash and this store looked like easy pickins. I knew there was a shotgun under the counter, but the proprietor was always lighting out to the bathroom with the latest issue of Spank!

I was just about to make my move when I spotted Myg and some neko dude I’d never seen before. Not wanting to interrupt an afternoon tryst, I backed into the alley. They disappeared into the store. Odd, I didn’t know Myg had a bodega fetish. Still, the thought of bangin’ her in between the Tastykakes and the Hamburger Helper is not without its attraction. But less than 90 seconds later, Mygdala sprinted out the door.

“Myg!” I yelled. She acted like she didn’t hear me at all and disappeared down a manhole. (Really, I’m not making this up.) Read more

Over 1.4 million new cases of cancer will be diagnosed in the US this year.

Today while you’re out and about in SL, you can do something to help. Drop by Hair Fair and buy a bandana for 50L. All the proceeds go to Locks of Love, an organization that takes hair donations and creates hair pieces for kids with hair loss due to any medical condition – most of whom are cancer patients. Really, you should buy like 10 bandanas and give them to friends, but make sure they all go and buy bandanas or donate something to the cause as well.

And, if you live in the US, next time you cut your long locks, consider donating them.

It didn’t go well for Torvalpac’s re-entry to Baku folks. Not at all.

First, Romana went to try to engage the locals in some meaningful dialogue. Get a sense of the community, see if she could tease out the elders. But apparently somebody, or multiple somebodies, kept turning her into space slime. She had to jet out. Read more

This is Hope Paravane. She’s a friend of mine and one of the contractors I’m working with trying to restore the Mainline Barbershop for my grandfather. Hope runs a store. Logically enough, it’s called Hope’s Store (Arrowtown, 156, 116, 100). She specializes in gazebos, fountains, indoor furniture, and, er, vampire decor. Last week she custom-built the new sinks for the shop. Read more

(Continued from “Met a stranger on a train” posted 4-11-07).

The rickety old subway car lurched to an awkward halt, throwing our whole mood off balance. Without words we emerged into the slum like divers erupting from an ocean of bad advertising and rank public restroom odors.

Out in the open air, a thick churning black death enveloped the block. I took several steps back and gagged, only to notice Andromega had selflessly donned some hellish freebie firefighter avatar and was ready to play hero in stark contrast to my “look the other way” heartless bitch role. Courageously he dashed to the blazing edifice, but then paused and looked at me in earnest.

“How do I look?” he asked. Read more

Hey! The Mean Girls’ Guide to SL gave M is for Myg a super nice mention on their sidebar:

The guide demonstrates commendable commitment to protecting the public from oversized man bulges and poorly dressed strippers. The mean girls get the thumb wagging kudos back from M is for Myg for their dedication to the public good. Props gals, props!