My Sim has been painting for most of his life, and today he painted one worth $801! I'm thrilled! I know other people have had their Sims sell paintings worth twenty grand, but this is Life Stories! Whoo!
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Sunday, January 31, 2016
Friday, January 22, 2016
Devious Blogger Entry
Um...Okay, so I'm running on zero minutes of sleep, so maybe I'm just slow to catch on. Maybe they did this on purpose. But the characters on Facebook's Flirt City is weirdly accurate to the characters on Big Bang Theory...
Moving on, in nine months I'm going to get a rather large surgery. And I cannot wait. I am so fucking ready. I'm going to get all my teeth pulled to have dentures put in. By then my hair should be a little longer. I'm thinking of dying it blond and buying lipstick, because I'm in dire need of a confidence boost. I have four weight lifts at my disposal and an exercise bike in my possession, so I'm hoping to improve my fitness, too. Who knows? In three years I could be a confident woman. Wouldn't that be swell.
Oh, God, even my fingers are tired. I'd go to bed, but...nah. No point. I ignored my responsibility of taking my sleeping pill last night, simply because even though it helps, it also makes me sick to my stomach and I just needed a break from that. But even when I take it, my life goes downhill in one day. I sleep until five, get out of bed with no other reason other than I want to wash my hair before taking the pill again, then I screw around with writing or Simming or whatever, take five minutes to eat Instant Potatoes, and go to bed...sometimes at six, if I'm lucky. And then the cycle just continues. It seems all I do lately is sleep. And it's never enough. I wake up, fall asleep, wake up, fall asleep, have one horrible night where the pill doesn't do shit, sleep until six or seven PM, wake up, fall asleep, wake up, fall asleep. All the while trying not to vomit and pass out in it; meanwhile I just want to be normal.
It seems luck exists for everyone on the planet, except for me. My brother can fall asleep every night, even if he takes naps. He feels refreshed. He can eat and feel full; he doesn't menstruate; and by the way, the game he plays is still online. My mother has a boyfriend who spoils her silly, and by some miracle, she can tolerate his laugh and the attitude problem he has which makes me look like Mary Poppins. Me, on the other hand. Well. My hair is flat and dead and way too short, my eyes are dead, my lips are cracked, my skin goes green when I lay down, my toes are gray, I lose hearing in one ear, my eyes burn, I'm always tired and hungry, and my luck is just terrible. Oh, and I'm stupid, too. I'm short, my fingers are short, my memory is short, my ears are little, my head is little, my ass is flat, my boobs sag, and I have the voice of a nervous, sputtering boy. But I smile through it because life is short. Not short enough, but once again that's just me.
I need chocolate. Or a cigarette. Or...to hibernate for ninety years. Or...Well, I could go on and on. But I'd rather just stop right now. Or jump nine months ahead. Where the fuck is a time traveling machine when you need one?
Clearly I need to go outside to find some sunshine. No, wait. It's cloudy out there, too. Perfect. Ooh, maybe I'll do a Toy Story marathon. Hell, I could make the entire day an animation movie marathon. Wish I had snacks. Well, I do, but I can't take them in here. You know, they know I do it. Why do I need to hide it? I DO IT. I DO IT ALL THE TIME. YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I DO? LOTS OF STUFF. You don't know me at all. I've told you who I am, but you don't care. And I don't care! I watch Sagwa The Chinese Siamese Cat, and Tinker Bell, and Fly Tales, and Bugs Bunny, and Monsters Inc., which I like BETTER than Shrek, and I watch that, too. I have it memorized; but no, it's not my favorite anymore. Oh, and you know Ice Age, the one with the talking animals? I've got a crush on Diego. I also love Sheldon Cooper. And Amy. You know Friends? I love Chandler. And Phoebe. And I watch that all the time, too. I don't care! If I can't be normal, or pretty, or smart; I'm going to not care what people think anymore. I'm tired of living up to their standards, impressing people I just can't impress. I have crushes - some men, some women. I write books - and I swear like a trucker.
It feels good to tell the truth. Who knew? You know, I think I'm going to watch another Friends episode and then, maybe, try to sleep. Maybe I'll even finally take last night's pill. I'm on way too damn many pills, and they all make me feel horrible. I take two pills in the morning, then three separate vitamin thingies, then my night pill; and sometimes I have to take Tylenol or Midol, too. It's ridiculous. I feel much older than 23. I'll be damned if all this pill-crushing, taking it with milk and sugar, doesn't suddenly create a violent chain reaction inside me and turn my piss into paste.
Ooh, piss! That reminds me! I also love Daryl Dixon and Michonne. Maybe I'll watch more Walking Dead. Or Big Bang! I still can't believe they made Maggie pregnant. Honestly, I think they did that just so they could kill off a pregnant lady. Lori was pregnant, but her baby lived, remember? Maybe they just want to say, "Aha! We've done it now! It really says something about our fans if they stick with it."
You know, I had a song stuck in my head for a week. Maybe two nights ago, I realized - or I think I realized - it was at the end of Toy Story 3, when Andy gives his toys to Bonnie. I think I'll go start that marathon, so I can eventually get to the third. I can't watch a movie without watching them all in order! It's wrong. Except in the case of Shrek. I skip the third each time. DreamWorks, hear me now. I'm your biggest fan, and that one SUCKS ASS! You should feel sorry for yourselves. I would, but you saved your name with the other three.
Anyway, I feel like I'm going all over the place with this. I guess I'll go and watch some movies! Again. Oh my God, it's 2016! Finding Dory - Toy Story 4 - eek! Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine!
Moving on, in nine months I'm going to get a rather large surgery. And I cannot wait. I am so fucking ready. I'm going to get all my teeth pulled to have dentures put in. By then my hair should be a little longer. I'm thinking of dying it blond and buying lipstick, because I'm in dire need of a confidence boost. I have four weight lifts at my disposal and an exercise bike in my possession, so I'm hoping to improve my fitness, too. Who knows? In three years I could be a confident woman. Wouldn't that be swell.
Oh, God, even my fingers are tired. I'd go to bed, but...nah. No point. I ignored my responsibility of taking my sleeping pill last night, simply because even though it helps, it also makes me sick to my stomach and I just needed a break from that. But even when I take it, my life goes downhill in one day. I sleep until five, get out of bed with no other reason other than I want to wash my hair before taking the pill again, then I screw around with writing or Simming or whatever, take five minutes to eat Instant Potatoes, and go to bed...sometimes at six, if I'm lucky. And then the cycle just continues. It seems all I do lately is sleep. And it's never enough. I wake up, fall asleep, wake up, fall asleep, have one horrible night where the pill doesn't do shit, sleep until six or seven PM, wake up, fall asleep, wake up, fall asleep. All the while trying not to vomit and pass out in it; meanwhile I just want to be normal.
It seems luck exists for everyone on the planet, except for me. My brother can fall asleep every night, even if he takes naps. He feels refreshed. He can eat and feel full; he doesn't menstruate; and by the way, the game he plays is still online. My mother has a boyfriend who spoils her silly, and by some miracle, she can tolerate his laugh and the attitude problem he has which makes me look like Mary Poppins. Me, on the other hand. Well. My hair is flat and dead and way too short, my eyes are dead, my lips are cracked, my skin goes green when I lay down, my toes are gray, I lose hearing in one ear, my eyes burn, I'm always tired and hungry, and my luck is just terrible. Oh, and I'm stupid, too. I'm short, my fingers are short, my memory is short, my ears are little, my head is little, my ass is flat, my boobs sag, and I have the voice of a nervous, sputtering boy. But I smile through it because life is short. Not short enough, but once again that's just me.
I need chocolate. Or a cigarette. Or...to hibernate for ninety years. Or...Well, I could go on and on. But I'd rather just stop right now. Or jump nine months ahead. Where the fuck is a time traveling machine when you need one?
Clearly I need to go outside to find some sunshine. No, wait. It's cloudy out there, too. Perfect. Ooh, maybe I'll do a Toy Story marathon. Hell, I could make the entire day an animation movie marathon. Wish I had snacks. Well, I do, but I can't take them in here. You know, they know I do it. Why do I need to hide it? I DO IT. I DO IT ALL THE TIME. YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I DO? LOTS OF STUFF. You don't know me at all. I've told you who I am, but you don't care. And I don't care! I watch Sagwa The Chinese Siamese Cat, and Tinker Bell, and Fly Tales, and Bugs Bunny, and Monsters Inc., which I like BETTER than Shrek, and I watch that, too. I have it memorized; but no, it's not my favorite anymore. Oh, and you know Ice Age, the one with the talking animals? I've got a crush on Diego. I also love Sheldon Cooper. And Amy. You know Friends? I love Chandler. And Phoebe. And I watch that all the time, too. I don't care! If I can't be normal, or pretty, or smart; I'm going to not care what people think anymore. I'm tired of living up to their standards, impressing people I just can't impress. I have crushes - some men, some women. I write books - and I swear like a trucker.
It feels good to tell the truth. Who knew? You know, I think I'm going to watch another Friends episode and then, maybe, try to sleep. Maybe I'll even finally take last night's pill. I'm on way too damn many pills, and they all make me feel horrible. I take two pills in the morning, then three separate vitamin thingies, then my night pill; and sometimes I have to take Tylenol or Midol, too. It's ridiculous. I feel much older than 23. I'll be damned if all this pill-crushing, taking it with milk and sugar, doesn't suddenly create a violent chain reaction inside me and turn my piss into paste.
Ooh, piss! That reminds me! I also love Daryl Dixon and Michonne. Maybe I'll watch more Walking Dead. Or Big Bang! I still can't believe they made Maggie pregnant. Honestly, I think they did that just so they could kill off a pregnant lady. Lori was pregnant, but her baby lived, remember? Maybe they just want to say, "Aha! We've done it now! It really says something about our fans if they stick with it."
You know, I had a song stuck in my head for a week. Maybe two nights ago, I realized - or I think I realized - it was at the end of Toy Story 3, when Andy gives his toys to Bonnie. I think I'll go start that marathon, so I can eventually get to the third. I can't watch a movie without watching them all in order! It's wrong. Except in the case of Shrek. I skip the third each time. DreamWorks, hear me now. I'm your biggest fan, and that one SUCKS ASS! You should feel sorry for yourselves. I would, but you saved your name with the other three.
Anyway, I feel like I'm going all over the place with this. I guess I'll go and watch some movies! Again. Oh my God, it's 2016! Finding Dory - Toy Story 4 - eek! Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine!
Thursday, January 14, 2016
My Babysitter's A Ghost
Okay, I just had a weird Simming experience.
Anybody who's played Life Stories will recognize the name Hayden Raha. Well, a couple of months ago, he made the mistake of trying to burgle one of my lots. Of course, I trapped him and tortured him. Each time I played that lot, he was there, wetting himself, passing out and crying like a schoolgirl...It was wonderful.
Well, today I decided, Hey...I gave Mary Taylor a chance. Why not? Of course, that was only because I loved the name; but I decided if I could reform him, even those he burgled would for some reason want to be his friend. I was right, of course; and soon they were all chummed up and having a good time. And then my Sim had a baby. But, I don't like gray eyes, because there are too many. So I called the kid 9 and exited the lot without saving; and when I come back, Hayden Raha has died on another lot. Which he didn't, because I hadn't played another lot. Really?
See for yourself...
Anybody who's played Life Stories will recognize the name Hayden Raha. Well, a couple of months ago, he made the mistake of trying to burgle one of my lots. Of course, I trapped him and tortured him. Each time I played that lot, he was there, wetting himself, passing out and crying like a schoolgirl...It was wonderful.
Well, today I decided, Hey...I gave Mary Taylor a chance. Why not? Of course, that was only because I loved the name; but I decided if I could reform him, even those he burgled would for some reason want to be his friend. I was right, of course; and soon they were all chummed up and having a good time. And then my Sim had a baby. But, I don't like gray eyes, because there are too many. So I called the kid 9 and exited the lot without saving; and when I come back, Hayden Raha has died on another lot. Which he didn't, because I hadn't played another lot. Really?
See for yourself...
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
Changes
I opted for change tonight. I was embarrassed by the childlike appearance of my YouTube account, and wondering if I should delete my channel. So I sort of made a compromise and deleted 65 of my videos. I then proceeded to make five others private. Unfortunately the video called Crokinole, featuring my beloved family during a very rare reunion, didn’t show up in my Video Manager and was yet somehow deleted. So I’m either going to have to re-post it, or hope the DVD copy I made for my sister still works like a charm. And even if it does not, yes, I can re-post.
Now it’s time for more change. On my FanFiction.Net profile, I said I would be deleting all my incomplete stories, excluding the ones I mentioned in my profile description as “safe”. I also said it would be happening in the New Year, which is finally here; which means I have done my part and given a fair warning; allowing my very few fans to save it so they can rewrite it and give it an ending they like.
I cannot wait until everything is gone, and what remains looks better...cleaner. Hell, more adult, if you will. My YouTube profile no longer embarrasses me; so I need to keep the change coming.
Now it’s time for more change. On my FanFiction.Net profile, I said I would be deleting all my incomplete stories, excluding the ones I mentioned in my profile description as “safe”. I also said it would be happening in the New Year, which is finally here; which means I have done my part and given a fair warning; allowing my very few fans to save it so they can rewrite it and give it an ending they like.
I cannot wait until everything is gone, and what remains looks better...cleaner. Hell, more adult, if you will. My YouTube profile no longer embarrasses me; so I need to keep the change coming.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
That Was Hard...
I just did one of the four hardest things I'd ever done; and I am pleased to announce that after three hours of nonstop work, I can now create 323 characters with original names. That big block of work takes up nine pages.
And that's with a night of no sleep, despite taking a sleeping pill that has enough power to knock even me, a world-renowned insomniac, on my ass for two days. I'm feeling proud...and tired...My eyes are burning again, but I'm proud of what I achieved today. I thought for sure I'd used every name in the book; I'd had no idea how many others there were.
So if you need names, for Sims or book characters or whatever, just holler.
And that's with a night of no sleep, despite taking a sleeping pill that has enough power to knock even me, a world-renowned insomniac, on my ass for two days. I'm feeling proud...and tired...My eyes are burning again, but I'm proud of what I achieved today. I thought for sure I'd used every name in the book; I'd had no idea how many others there were.
So if you need names, for Sims or book characters or whatever, just holler.
Friday, January 1, 2016
2-0-1-6
Happy new Year! I'm so glad it's finally 2016. This is the year movie sequels finally start coming out; and, now I can say bizarre things like, I've been working on my Sims family for three years; and, I haven't washed my hair or gone pee since last year.
And hopefully this year includes an ounce of inspiration and maybe a stroke of luck. May it have mercy on us all. Wait, I think I said that last year...
And hopefully this year includes an ounce of inspiration and maybe a stroke of luck. May it have mercy on us all. Wait, I think I said that last year...
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