Randomness
Figured I would update even though I don't have a heck of a lot to say. My Valentines was pretty boring. It is a day of so much stress. I mean damn you are supposed to love the person you are with every day, so on this particular day there is pressure to be "perfect" in the relationship and be OVERLLY romantic. I mean really. Its nice to have a day where you can actually Think about it, but still. We didn't really do anything that eventful. We were going to go to a Dieon Farris concert but we waited to long to get the tickets I think, and it was sold out. Then we were going to do Tapas, but all the places needed reservations. Then Tia go a really bad headach and worked late the night before so she took a nap until like 8. We had dinner at McDonalds and rented a horrible movie. I have to work the next 4 days in a row. torture, hell, torture hell. At least I am working in Lawrenceville tonight so I will have the internet, I will probably update like a million times. Its further to drive, and I have to leave later. Poo. I don't want to. Tia takes her test at the Vortex today. I hope she does well, she needs to start working the floor soon. Time to make that money.
Random shit.
I got the BIGGEST splinter yesterday, I have been in surgery for 14 hours, and it was finally removed. There is nothing I hate more then digging in my big toe with a needle.
Second, you will be happy to know that I no longer play sims every day ever since I went to texas. I now play every two or three or four days. Anyway, yesterday, I killed another sims. This time it wasn't a fire, like all the rest...well and it wasn't the fireworks like that one. This bitch just started coughing and fell over. Now what the hell am I supposed to do about that? I think she was allergic to the gunnie pig I bought her. Damn. Anyway, talking about it makes me want to play. Later.
Random shit.
I got the BIGGEST splinter yesterday, I have been in surgery for 14 hours, and it was finally removed. There is nothing I hate more then digging in my big toe with a needle.
Second, you will be happy to know that I no longer play sims every day ever since I went to texas. I now play every two or three or four days. Anyway, yesterday, I killed another sims. This time it wasn't a fire, like all the rest...well and it wasn't the fireworks like that one. This bitch just started coughing and fell over. Now what the hell am I supposed to do about that? I think she was allergic to the gunnie pig I bought her. Damn. Anyway, talking about it makes me want to play. Later.