Thought it was a good solution hanging with the raisin girls.
My Sim’s name is Boris Van Evil and I am determined to make him the best guitar player there is. I love his extreme sport suit that he got when he was promoted and I am bored with this girl Pauline that he likes but unfortunately, his roommate Dudley does not like being tickled.
How utterly tragic that I cannot resist being consumed by this game; and again altogether frightening how much the simulated character is like me. Pissing and moaning from lack of sleep when he has to get up for work. Accumulating enough money to live and suddenly losing it all. Not having enough time in the day to do all the things he needs to do to be successful. Caught in the mundane nature of the rat race and unable to further himself.
Dear God! It’s only a computer game. Wake up!!!
I have the strange urge to watch a Freddie Prinze Jr movie. I went out for a bit today but I think the Beta Blockers are making me sweat more than usual, the exact opposite effect they are supposed to have. So basically, this all adds up to the fact that I am fucked and probably should move to Antarctica where I can wear layers and hide the fact I am a disgusting pig... since even in Antarctica I’d still sweat.
I’ve managed to keep up with laundry and dishes during my time off, going through about a gallon of iced tea everyday so far. (The pills DO seem to dry out my mouth and that’s about all).
I tossed around the idea of going and getting drunk tonight. Scratch that. The boy from Friday night with the boyfriend that was interested in me wants me to come over "some time" Thursday for sex. Or, as he put it, ”to finish what we started” because I left him ”oddly intrigued to know more” about me. With the combined mental stimulus of Josh Groban’s music and seeing ’Garden State’ the last thing I can stomach right now is anonymous sex.
I got really irritable earlier today. Possibly another side affect of these pills. I was standing on the El platform feeling pissed off and realized the obvious once again, that fear controls me and is utterly useless. We’re all going to die, fear is completely illogical. Even if were talking about extremes here, it’s all illogical. Some kind of trick of the mind or what not.
I spend a lot of time thinking about death. The thing I fear most. I often wonder what those last moments of life will be like. What I’ll see and feel. What will be awaiting me, if anything. It makes a person just not want to leave their apartment until they can be sure. Of course, then you realize in doing so you’re wasting the very "gift" of life itself. So by living in fear you’re robbing yourself of the only shot you have at living.
"How did you spend your life?"
"Oh, I sat around and lived vicariously through a fictitious character in a video game."
I feel out of sorts, and I want to blame the drugs. I am really, really becoming several adverse to "modern medicine" because it doesn’t seem to solve anything; it only makes problems worse. I officially want to be wholistic.
I am already pissed off about having to go back to work and I still have five days left.
How utterly tragic that I cannot resist being consumed by this game; and again altogether frightening how much the simulated character is like me. Pissing and moaning from lack of sleep when he has to get up for work. Accumulating enough money to live and suddenly losing it all. Not having enough time in the day to do all the things he needs to do to be successful. Caught in the mundane nature of the rat race and unable to further himself.
Dear God! It’s only a computer game. Wake up!!!
I have the strange urge to watch a Freddie Prinze Jr movie. I went out for a bit today but I think the Beta Blockers are making me sweat more than usual, the exact opposite effect they are supposed to have. So basically, this all adds up to the fact that I am fucked and probably should move to Antarctica where I can wear layers and hide the fact I am a disgusting pig... since even in Antarctica I’d still sweat.
I’ve managed to keep up with laundry and dishes during my time off, going through about a gallon of iced tea everyday so far. (The pills DO seem to dry out my mouth and that’s about all).
I tossed around the idea of going and getting drunk tonight. Scratch that. The boy from Friday night with the boyfriend that was interested in me wants me to come over "some time" Thursday for sex. Or, as he put it, ”to finish what we started” because I left him ”oddly intrigued to know more” about me. With the combined mental stimulus of Josh Groban’s music and seeing ’Garden State’ the last thing I can stomach right now is anonymous sex.
I got really irritable earlier today. Possibly another side affect of these pills. I was standing on the El platform feeling pissed off and realized the obvious once again, that fear controls me and is utterly useless. We’re all going to die, fear is completely illogical. Even if were talking about extremes here, it’s all illogical. Some kind of trick of the mind or what not.
I spend a lot of time thinking about death. The thing I fear most. I often wonder what those last moments of life will be like. What I’ll see and feel. What will be awaiting me, if anything. It makes a person just not want to leave their apartment until they can be sure. Of course, then you realize in doing so you’re wasting the very "gift" of life itself. So by living in fear you’re robbing yourself of the only shot you have at living.
"How did you spend your life?"
"Oh, I sat around and lived vicariously through a fictitious character in a video game."
I feel out of sorts, and I want to blame the drugs. I am really, really becoming several adverse to "modern medicine" because it doesn’t seem to solve anything; it only makes problems worse. I officially want to be wholistic.
I am already pissed off about having to go back to work and I still have five days left.