They cut off my legs now I’m an amputee, Goddamn you
Over the past few weeks, I’ve managed to reacquire a major obsession with Harvey Danger’s Flagpole Sitta. No, I have no idea why; it just came on my playlist and I haven’t stopped listening to it since. I’m runnin’ underground with the moles, diggin’ big holes.
I really haven’t updated in forever, because there’s not a whole lot to update. I will say I have been playing The Sims 2 quite a bit. And I haven’t taken a single picture (inconceivable)! Actually, I was planning on taking a visit to my family’s (The Flounders) bakery and show you some pictures, but that was not in the cards, as my game crashed and then I told it to fuck off.
My game has been crashing a lot. I rarely quit playing by exiting the game on my own. I’ve learned to save amazingly often. This time it crashed right after my sim (Elle Flounder) had a baby and she just got accepted into the Garden Club and got a wishing well. I saved right before these events occurred. I’m actually hoping the baby will turn out a bit different this time. It had blond hair and brown eyes just like his brother, and I’d prefer something different. Elle’s children are generation 4 of the Flounder family. I’ve not made it much past generation 4 before, but I hope to this time.
To keep me going and to keep me from getting too side-tracked, I’m having them marry Townies and other Maxis neighborhood sims. Elle’s mother was Roxie Sharpe. Then Elle married a very attractive townie named Aaron Johnson. He’s very good looking, which is completely and utterly inconceivable for Maxis-made males. Seriously, before he came along, I was about ready to give up and have her marry—oh what’s his name? The pale base-game townie wearing the blue long-sleeve shirt and ridiculous plaid pants, blond hair and very pointy features. She had three lightning-bolts with him. But luckily she had two with Aaron, and he wouldn’t completely ugly-up the family genetics ( the rottenness and evil in me). And major lucky break with him as well because he was a knowledge sim–score!
Well, that’s about all there is with me. I need to go do some work now. I don’t know if I will, but I sure as shit need to. Go listen to Harvey Danger so you can get it stuck in your head too. Hear the voices in my head, I swear to God it sounds like they’re snoring; but if you’re bored then you’re boring. The agony and the irony, they’re killing me, whoa!
