Shove Comfort up My Nose
Comfortably numb.. Edith found a sim that looked exactly like me and put it in a house with hers.. Just what the world needs...more sims that look like me. Madness. I have nothing to confess. I have nothing to hide. I have no privates! >.< *Done* ~ I'll update when I actually have something worthwhile in noting, but for now, settle for my decrepit listlessness.
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother;
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair
For prudence to smother;
And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.