- 11:19 On the way to Belvidere for Thanksgiving. Oddly excited for work tonight, even if my bangs are acting up. #
- 14:55 twitpic.com/r247j - Ah. Thanksgiving milk. #
- 18:03 Headed back to Rockford for a nap and then work. #
- 21:23 twitpic.com/r482d - Cat you are not helping me to leave bed #
- 22:25 Off to work. If you never hear from #
- 22:27 Me again, I've most likely either been trampled or have gone insane. In any case it was probably worth it. #
- 14:19 I think prostitution is the one profession where the more experience you have, the less people want to pay. #
There was a post about a system to make custom people in
simply_sims3 here and so I gave it a shot. It was pretty fun, though I'm sure I mucked it up a bit. :P
( Sims to download + pictures. )
( Sims to download + pictures. )
And just who is this "Phantom Lady"?
Well, it's my mother really, I call her that... to pretend it's a story... that's happening to someone else, you see.
Why do you pretend that?
Because otherwise I might cry and never stop.
If you cried, I'd make you stop.
Oh, You would?... Oh how kind kind sir.
Not like they told you love is and I didn't know this either.
But love don't make things nice, it ruins everything, it breaks your heart, it makes things a mess.
We're not here to make things perfect. Snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us.
We are here to ruin ourselves and break our hearts and love the wrong people and die! The storybooks are bullshit.

There isn't much in my journal besides pictures and me rambling about pets or my family, or other random issues. If you want to add me, feel free to, just.. You know, tell me or something. Because if I don't know outright who you are, I'm just going to wonder who's friending me and I'm not likely to accept. (Not to be snobby, or anything..) Sometimes I update a lot, sometimes I won't for awhile. But I try to read and comment on those who pop up on my friendslist.

Well, it's my mother really, I call her that... to pretend it's a story... that's happening to someone else, you see.
Why do you pretend that?
Because otherwise I might cry and never stop.
If you cried, I'd make you stop.
Oh, You would?... Oh how kind kind sir.
Not like they told you love is and I didn't know this either.
But love don't make things nice, it ruins everything, it breaks your heart, it makes things a mess.
We're not here to make things perfect. Snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us.
We are here to ruin ourselves and break our hearts and love the wrong people and die! The storybooks are bullshit.

There isn't much in my journal besides pictures and me rambling about pets or my family, or other random issues. If you want to add me, feel free to, just.. You know, tell me or something. Because if I don't know outright who you are, I'm just going to wonder who's friending me and I'm not likely to accept. (Not to be snobby, or anything..) Sometimes I update a lot, sometimes I won't for awhile. But I try to read and comment on those who pop up on my friendslist.
