i should be sleeping right now…but no, the slightly fucked-up sleep pattern i’ve had all weekend has retained its grasp on me, and thus…AWAKE EARLY ON DAY OFF!!! OH NOES!
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i should be sleeping right now…but no, the slightly fucked-up sleep pattern i’ve had all weekend has retained its grasp on me, and thus…AWAKE EARLY ON DAY OFF!!! OH NOES!
i haven’t really worn “real” pants all weekend. non-pj pants, that is. briefly scooter & i will venture out for food and i’ll pretend to get dressed, but what with the blizzard and all, fuck that noise.
furthermore, i have spent a goodish portion of the weekend getting re-acquainted with the sims. i forgot how much i love this game…
there was the issue of missing some of the objects i downloaded and whatnot, but that was easy to overlook. and aside from making the standard couples that grope each other and overly opulent houses, i decided to get a little bit more creative.
this is where lester the molester sim comes into play. and joining him in my happy lil sims world are four bouncy, bright-eyed & bushy-tailed little children of unimportant names. lester has a modest one bedroom house, in the middle of a fenced in lot. all the amenities a sim could want: kitchen, bathroom, office-space, dungeon, faux-child’s bedroom…and out back there are four door-less cells for the kids. and each cell is outfitted with an uber-creepy clown picture on the wall & a metal grate for drainage. super fun!
i’m slowly feeding one of the boys so many cookies he’s bound to lose all of his little sim teeth sooner or later. another gets no food whatsoever. i’m trying to make one pee herself crazy, because i think it can be done. or maybe i’ll light her on fire, i haven’t decided yet. unfortunately, lester can’t yell at the kids, but i’m sure i’ll find a way around that. and if i could figure out a way around the restriction on bars, i’d get another kid drunk as a motherfuckin’ skunk. — for now, i’ll just have him stare at the clown picture until he cries.
because, yes…you can make them cry.
and no, no i haven’t been cooped up inside too long this weekend…not at all!
from weather.com:
Meanwhile, as the storm churns northeastward, heavy and increasingly wind-driven snow will spread across most of southern New England overnight and early Sunday, reaching Portsmouth, N.H., by dawn and Portland, Maine, shortly thereafter. Down East Maine will quickly join in on the heavy snow during the remainder of Sunday morning. From New York City to Hartford to coastal New Hampshire and coastal Maine, 8 to 12 inches of snow is possible. Rhode Island, Boston and southeast Massachusetts may be the big New England winners with snow accumulations of over a foot.
lookin’ at at least a foot of snow? f’sho? f’serious?
weird.
i went out today with no jacket. just a light sweater and that’s it. and it’s about 90freakingdegrees up in this house. i don’t doubt the snow i’ve been hearing that’s coming all week…but…i’m a little dubious about it.
either way, the boy says we shall go sledding tomorrow. and i’ve never been. so that’s somewhat exciting. or, you know, it’s all part of his evil plot to have me killed in a freak winter fun accident that rivals the likes of sonny bono’s tree smacking…
eitherway, it’s gonna be a cold one!
let’s see, entire domain went down horribly & had to be repaired. work tried eating my soul. the boy’s eye tried to devour his whole skull (poor thing). and a bunch of other random crap that is not important…but mainly…
they.killed.billy.
ohmygod they killed him!!!!
and thus…the Year of the Cock comes to a close.
enter the Year of the Dog.
woof woof, baby.
that the world is full of nothing but cunts and assholes.
cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes.
nothing but cunts and assholes. just roaming around, rampant. with absolutely nothing from the waist up. a wasteland of cunts and assholes.
at least, this is what extensive field research has lead me to believe.
i should be sleeping right now…but no, the slightly fucked-up sleep pattern i’ve had all weekend has retained its grasp on me, and thus…AWAKE EARLY ON DAY OFF!!! OH NOES!
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i haven’t really worn “real” pants all weekend. non-pj pants, that is. briefly scooter & i will venture out for food and i’ll pretend to get dressed, but what with the blizzard and all, fuck that noise. furthermore, i have spent a goodish portion of the weekend getting re-acquainted with the sims. i forgot how […]
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from weather.com: Meanwhile, as the storm churns northeastward, heavy and increasingly wind-driven snow will spread across most of southern New England overnight and early Sunday, reaching Portsmouth, N.H., by dawn and Portland, Maine, shortly thereafter. Down East Maine will quickly join in on the heavy snow during the remainder of Sunday morning. From New York […]
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let’s see, entire domain went down horribly & had to be repaired. work tried eating my soul. the boy’s eye tried to devour his whole skull (poor thing). and a bunch of other random crap that is not important…but mainly… they.killed.billy. ohmygod they killed him!!!!
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and thus…the Year of the Cock comes to a close. enter the Year of the Dog. woof woof, baby.
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that the world is full of nothing but cunts and assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. cunts & assholes. nothing but cunts and assholes. just roaming around, rampant. with absolutely nothing from the waist up. a wasteland of cunts and assholes. at […]
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