9/10/02

I played the Sims for a little bit last night while I ate my mac & cheese.

I am sad to report that the Devil Doll Sim died tragically in a fire, because she tried to use the fireplace while I wasn't looking.

Logan Sim then wore himself out cleaning up the debris from the fire, and collapsed on the bathroom floor, where he slept for several hours. When he woke up, he took a minute to mourn my death by sobbing over the urn containing my ashes. It was very touching.

I then created another me, DD2, and moved myself into the house next to Logan's. He came over immediately and hung out for several hours, and ate about five meals, and used my bathroom about a dozen times. He also plopped himself down on my couch and watched TV. I stripped down to my bikini and tried to lure him into the hot tub, but he claimed to not understand how to get in it. I think he was just being shy.

The next day, he called me and invited me over to his house. I went over there, but for some reason I refused to enter the house. After a while, Logan got bored, I guess, because he decided to go for a swim in the pool. While he was swimming, I went over and looked at the little garden gnome he had carved (while the first me was burning to death in the living room the day before). I found it less than satisfactory, so I kicked it really hard, smashing it to bits. Then I fell flat on my back. Then I stood up and had a little fit, and then I went home.

Logan, meanwhile, refused to stop swimming, despite the fact that he was rapidly losing energy. When he finally agreed to exit the pool, he collapsed on the bathroom floor in his pink speedo, and slept for several hours.

Anyone else noticing a pattern here? What a weirdo. I wonder if the first me simply couldn't take it anymore, and offed herself.

Anyway, when he woke up, he played the guitar and rocked out, still in the speedo, for a little bit. Then he called me and invited me over again.

This time I actually went in the house, and after sitting around watching some TV, he proposed to me. After only two days! I guess he was really missing DD1 or something. So we got married, and then about two seconds later he asked me if I wanted to have a baby! Gah! I said no way, and he got mad at me.

That's okay, I was kind of mad that when we got married I lost my house. It was a really cute house. I had a little yellow sunroom with a tiki theme, and a wonderful lime green couch. I also had a flock of pink flamingos on the lawn. And then I had to move into Logan's manly castle with all the dead animals, and the creepy robot servant.

Hrmph.

That was just unacceptable, so I moved us into a new house. After I got it all set up, Logan asked me about the goddamn baby again. He's obsessed!

So I agreed. Then I sat on the couch and watched TV while he fed it and played with it. Heh.

I can't believe I'm a mother.

How gross.

The End


This is the only screencap I have of poor departed DD1. *sniff*



I'm meeeelting!!



Logan plays the guitar in his swimsuit.



Rock on, dude.



Logan weds DD2.



I swear, you don't remind me of my dead wife at all.



Dark days are upon us.



I don't want to touch it. *You* touch it.