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Jun. 5th, 2009 12:25 amI got my Sims3 today.
Someone tell me the cheat for infinite Simoleans and I will be all set hurrr.
Someone tell me the cheat for infinite Simoleans and I will be all set hurrr.
Jun. 5th, 2009
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Jun. 5th, 2009 04:52 pmMmmmmy feet hurt.
This is what happens when you go wading in freezing Sound water. In the rain.
Eh, at least they're all exfoliated. Who needs Ped Eggs when you have sand and surf?
*dumps out a bag of pebbles* pretties!
This is what happens when you go wading in freezing Sound water. In the rain.
Eh, at least they're all exfoliated. Who needs Ped Eggs when you have sand and surf?
*dumps out a bag of pebbles* pretties!
Wherein I post like people Twit.
Jun. 5th, 2009 08:21 pmBah, now it's really pissing down rain and I'm hoping it lets up enough for us to go to Brooklyn at some point this weekend for the crafter faire.
Who wants to come with? HEY BONNIE?
J. is bringing home pizza because I don't wanna cook, he don't wanna cook, and I want something hot and junky that doesn't involve a fry-o-lator. For some ungodly reason they stopped selling grape soda at the preferred local parlor. What the hell is that? Pizza and grape soda are inextricable.
Moofey gets more Pig-Pen-ish by the day. I brush him and make him so sleek and gorgeous and then he leaves the room and comes back covered in various moofish moofball lint and furf and great flakes of cat dandruff and then he commences rolling about on something clean. MOOFEY IS WHY I CANNOT HAVE NICE THINGS.
I asked the vet about his dandruff. "Is it a sign of anything?" "Only that he's a big dirty hippopotamus." Moofey scares the vets at the practice. They look at him and think he's fat, then they feel him and they get freaked out because it's not lard, it's muscle. If Michael Clarke Duncan's version of the Kingpin was a cat, it would be Moofey, but with Slingblade Carl's brain. *mmm hmmm*.
Who wants to come with? HEY BONNIE?
J. is bringing home pizza because I don't wanna cook, he don't wanna cook, and I want something hot and junky that doesn't involve a fry-o-lator. For some ungodly reason they stopped selling grape soda at the preferred local parlor. What the hell is that? Pizza and grape soda are inextricable.
Moofey gets more Pig-Pen-ish by the day. I brush him and make him so sleek and gorgeous and then he leaves the room and comes back covered in various moofish moofball lint and furf and great flakes of cat dandruff and then he commences rolling about on something clean. MOOFEY IS WHY I CANNOT HAVE NICE THINGS.
I asked the vet about his dandruff. "Is it a sign of anything?" "Only that he's a big dirty hippopotamus." Moofey scares the vets at the practice. They look at him and think he's fat, then they feel him and they get freaked out because it's not lard, it's muscle. If Michael Clarke Duncan's version of the Kingpin was a cat, it would be Moofey, but with Slingblade Carl's brain. *mmm hmmm*.