Look at the stars. The great kings of the past are up there, watching over us.
So last time, birthdays were had, dates were gone on...we're reacing the time when the generation three kids will take over.
And something sad happens. =(
Yay, it's Alice's birthday! No more kidlets!
Alice!
Alice: I don't have to, like, say anything to anyone, do I? I just picked up this mic in a fit of oh-em-gee-ness.
D: I guess not.
In case you forgot (I know I have), Alice is a Gemini (2/8/7/2/7). She rolled Family and Popularity and wants to reach her Golden Anniversary.
Oh, and she's FREAKIN' ADORBZ!
Sexy, Arthur. V. v. sexy.
Hey, Arthur...how far along are you?
Arthur: U MAD? I CAN'T HELP THAT I ~WERK IT.
Arthur: MUSTBESEXYMUSTBESEXY
If only it was that easy. *le sigh*
Ella rolled the want to get a job in ~dance, and so I, being the benevolent and amazing sim-god I am, let her.
I let both the old fogies retire, too. Their life bars were getting super full and I felt bad.
Arthur: OHAI! I R RETIRED!
So...we've moved. The old house wa s wonderful, but I wanted a bigger yard so I could have things like a garden and a place to put peoples' tombstones. The new house is basically just like the old one, except for things I couldn't do because I'm not as good of a builder as Heather (*grumbles*).
*cracks whip* GARDEN, I SAY!
Meg approves =D
Copper: LOOK! THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO CONCEIVABLE WAY FOR ME TO GET ON THIS BUS! NO WAY WHAT-SO-EVER!
Copper: Back to bed for me!
Um. No. *click>Go to School*
There are many things I do barefoot outside. I walk, I drive, I dance, I ride my bike...I can't list fertilizing as one of them, though. Ick.
Juney!
June+Alice=BFFFFFFFL
Aww bad day at the office?
Ella: You could say that.
Ella: I got fired. My first day.
Ella: *deep breath* I mean...I went in. I ruined my hair....
Ella: My hair! Look at it! It's all lifeless and dull! I'm the before part of a hair care products commercial!
Ella: I mean, it's not like there's *years* of careful conditioning down the drain or anything.
Ella: You know...I just can't even. It makes my head numb just to think about it.
Ella: AND THEN! I TRY TO GIVE THE OTHER DANCERS A FEW TIPS, AND THEY JUST...FLIP OUT! It's not like my ANKLE was KILLING me or anything! I made it through MY pain, the least they could do was help stop the assault on my EYES!
Ella: You know...whatever. I just...whatever. They want their peroxide and puffy monstrosities, fine. Don't say I didn't try to help.
Ella: As God is my witness...I'll never be helpful again!
Um...I'm sorry, Ells. I have to...go over there.
Ella: Fine. Go. Leave me. It's not like I've just be traumatized or anything.
WHAT? NO! NONONO! I'M NOT READY! NO ONE'S READY! EMMY ISN'T HOME!
Ella: Grama? Grampa?
I'm really going to miss these two. Meg lived to be 76 days old and John lived to 75.
Emmy: MY MOMMY AND DADDY ARE DEAD!
=( Where is Mangus when I need him?
Pointless Memmy spam to make myself feel better.