the hahaha household:
tagged by operatingroom
The rules are that for 8 days you have to post something that made you happy that day. Tag 8 people to do the same.
i guess today is as good a day to start as any other.
like any other loser-bum with a long weekend & a good enough hard drive, i downloaded the entire sims 2 + expansion packs, & spent all my free time (& then some) improving virtual lives instead of my own. (to my credit, though, i did accomplish the herculean task of cleaning my room, but that's for another post)
what i'm getting at is that i did make a version of us in the sims (& then some) & i sent us off to college where we shared a dorm with four other people -- one of which enjoys dressing up in a cow costume & joy-buzzing people -- & we did research together on the lumpy sofas & we flirted a bit & fell in love, but when you flirted with the punk chick in the cafeteria i threw a fit & barged into yr dorm room & set yr pet womrat free in a fit of self-righteous possessive rage.
this is a womrat.
he looks a lot like my real life guinea pig.
i went back to us in simworld a while ago, & watched us finish third year with flying colors in our respective majors -- i'm an art major taking up oil painting & other ways to poison one's self, yr a mathematics major dividing by zero. you still get floaty pink hearts over yr head when the punk chick enters the room, & i'm still mad at you. we don't even look like our sims. you look kind of chunky & i look unwashed. then i got into a fight with a smelly roommate & you cheered one of us on. i hoped you were cheering for me but when i emerged from the dust cloud i poked you really hard so i guess not.
that's not why i deleted our household, though. what i'm really trying to say is that nothing beats the real thing, & it's so much easier to spend eleven months attached to you in the real world than coexisting with you in a perfect -- yet perfectly virtual -- universe for three days.
in this world i still get bright green plus signs over my head whenever miko cracks a joke, & he makes constant appearances in the thought bubbles i produce while aimlessly walking around. that being said, & going back to the meme: the first of my happy things is that we aren't as simple & fickle as sims: i am here & you are here; we have eleven months behind us, without an end in sight.
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The rules are that for 8 days you have to post something that made you happy that day. Tag 8 people to do the same.
i guess today is as good a day to start as any other.
like any other loser-bum with a long weekend & a good enough hard drive, i downloaded the entire sims 2 + expansion packs, & spent all my free time (& then some) improving virtual lives instead of my own. (to my credit, though, i did accomplish the herculean task of cleaning my room, but that's for another post)
what i'm getting at is that i did make a version of us in the sims (& then some) & i sent us off to college where we shared a dorm with four other people -- one of which enjoys dressing up in a cow costume & joy-buzzing people -- & we did research together on the lumpy sofas & we flirted a bit & fell in love, but when you flirted with the punk chick in the cafeteria i threw a fit & barged into yr dorm room & set yr pet womrat free in a fit of self-righteous possessive rage.
this is a womrat.
he looks a lot like my real life guinea pig.
i went back to us in simworld a while ago, & watched us finish third year with flying colors in our respective majors -- i'm an art major taking up oil painting & other ways to poison one's self, yr a mathematics major dividing by zero. you still get floaty pink hearts over yr head when the punk chick enters the room, & i'm still mad at you. we don't even look like our sims. you look kind of chunky & i look unwashed. then i got into a fight with a smelly roommate & you cheered one of us on. i hoped you were cheering for me but when i emerged from the dust cloud i poked you really hard so i guess not.
that's not why i deleted our household, though. what i'm really trying to say is that nothing beats the real thing, & it's so much easier to spend eleven months attached to you in the real world than coexisting with you in a perfect -- yet perfectly virtual -- universe for three days.
in this world i still get bright green plus signs over my head whenever miko cracks a joke, & he makes constant appearances in the thought bubbles i produce while aimlessly walking around. that being said, & going back to the meme: the first of my happy things is that we aren't as simple & fickle as sims: i am here & you are here; we have eleven months behind us, without an end in sight.
ctrl+c
aging off