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This be why i need to get a life, pronto.

Mon-kay!

The Sims

Yes, I'm slightly more than addicted to The Sims. It's kind of sad, really. Our routine around the house afterwork for the last few days (well, not yesterday as I was home sick) has been come home, eat, Scruffy plays Railroad Tycoon and I play The Sims. Until waaaay late into the night. But of course there's a half hour break in there for InuYasha, which is my other current addiction.

One might think I've become a geek... but then one probably doesn't know me that well.

Anyway back to The Sims. I was in a funny mood, so I decided to give the character I was playing a pornish name... Sindy. The mission was to get promoted, upgrade the house I was in, throw a ragin' party and move out with one of your roommates friends at a party. Well I had accomplished everything but the moving out. So I invited this guy "Bingo" over a few times, he became a "friend" so then I threw a big party and asked him to be my roommate. He said "I wouldn't want to move in with someone who has a house that looks like this." So I sold off nearly everything I owned to buy this heartshaped hottub that cost 10,000. It's called the Libidinex or something. Then I threw another party, but he thought I needed to make the party better. So I'm hoping that if I throw a good party and ask him he'll say yes. *crosses fingers*

So that's where I'm at...

Oh so sick.

i feel like utter crap. i'm going home early.

Why?

Why is it that I can never think of anything to write when I've got the opportunity to write, but yet, when I'm nowhere near pen or paper, my mind overflows with things to write/say? I know, I could sign up for audioblog, and I probably will, but it kind of defeats the purpose of writing in a blog. (not that it's not a great feature, because it is, I just don't want to have an audio only blog) I'm also afraid of being the sole writer in a band. Scruffy, only semi-jokingly, can't write because "[I've] taken away all of [his] teen angst." I, on the other hand, at 23, have pleeeeenty of teen angst. Which is sad, but hey... That makes me feel good on some level, taking away his teen angst, but at the same time, it's bad because I've never had to carry the writing of anything and that's a little daunting. I mean, how many times have I sworn here that I was going to write something every day? Three that I can think of, if not more.

So today I'm going to buy a handy-dandy notebook and a cool pen, preferably with purple ink and I will write something music related everyday. And, if that hasn't wrung me dry, wordwise, I'll publish something here that is more worthwhile than "God, today sucks."