M is for Myg

I can’t fucking believe it but now even my dreams are flat. Has anyone else ever had this happen? It’s not too far off from learning another language and then dreaming in that language, but it’s a weird fucking feeling, for sure. But the dream wasn’t bad. In fact, it went sort of like this…

Two gorgeous women built a “little” house. Then they invited everyone they knew to come and trash it. This was the housewarming party of the year, and it’s only mid-March. But it was so happening, that no way any party this year can top it.

To the left you see Lisa, our very own blogger of Mode Premiere. To the right, in springy submissive white, you see her diamond, Vanny. Vanny posted her own blog about the night, the crawly things in her gut before it began, the crowds of people who crushed the bandwidth, the music - so go read it. But as she tells you, no text can give you the vibe. You had to be there. Read more

Well, I may as well tell you that in all likelihood I will run into Ben tonight. There’s a little gathering at Chez Lisa <3 Vanny, and I’m pretty sure he’ll be there.

Here’s a picture their humble abode. (What else would you expect from the fashion Mistress of Mode Premiere?)

This really doesn’t even do the place justice, believe me. You might know that Ben and I had a falling out. Well at this point I’d say we’ve had several. We started off as great friends, then became, er, let’s just say more involved. Chalk it up to life experience, that’s what I say. The tensions in this world are just as real as any when they flare, and this fire caused some major dramarama for yrs truly.

So we’ve been sort of bickering back and forth for a few weeks, and thought we’d had our final words just before my birthday. Then, he left me an apology. And I left one for him.

It’s been on my mind, what was gonna happen when I saw him tonight. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Not much longer now, either…

It was my birthday, and tensions among my palsies were rising like a tide of sewage erupting from the depths of Philly itself.

Johnny and Gala had a massive falling out, their friendship seemed kablooey ooey.

Gala had given Starr the ole What the Fuck For right in the middle of Tattletales. (This is an older shot from the first night Starr had pissed Gala off, but you get the idea of where this relationship is headed…)

Then I had yet another argument with Ben, too. Probably, in all likelihood, the last argument and the last conversation I’m likely to have with him. Later on, he silently gave me back some things I’d given him, so I’m taking the hint.

Don’t think I wasn’t fuming about it either, because I was. I mean, I never wanted things to turn out so danged badly, but shit, there are some things even I can’t make come out okay. My friendship with Ben in the toilet, that’s a prime example right there. More drama by hitting Read More. Read more

It looks like we got a party after all! So plan on getting your asses to Section 8 5pm SL time! I’ve got no idea what the hell is gonna happen, but with all of you there, no doubt the shit will go down. Attem.