Simming...

So I have gone back to major simming and this time I think I am sticking closer to the truth of my family history than I ever have. Part of me wants to skew reality (more than I actually already am) and keep my parents happily married. As sims its so nice (yes horrible nausiating) to see them kissy and huggy and much to my love of keeping dinner down, they want to woohoo <b>all the damn time</b> (for you non simming people, woohoo his the sim version of sex. Thank god you actually have to <i>try</i> to have a baby, cause OMG I would have me plus like ninety siblings by now, my mom would not have made it out of college.)

Where was I? Oh yeah, they are so happy and a part of me want to play it out and not have their relationship degenerate to the point where they need lawyers to simply decide who takes me school shopping where and when. (This didn't really happen. In actual reality my dad became the king of deadbeat dads at one time choosing his step children over me and lying saying that he realized when he left my mother he was killing all chances of a relationship with me. <b>aside: I was freaking six, all I knew was that my daddy wasn't living at home with me anymore. I went to therapy because I thought I was the only kid in the world whose daddy didn't love her. I think he could have saved that one. I <i>lived</i> for our few outings. He didn't sacrifice <i>anything</i>, he <i>threw</i> it away.</b>

Sorry, don't you love those little tangents of mine?

The last time I did this, I let them split up and the result was sim me was waaaay more screwed up than actual me is. The second time I split them up sim me was was awesome. The first time I kept them together, my sim achieved nothing and was so screwed up that even when my sim husband carried on a long term affair with the woman down the block including having multiple children with her, adult sim me was furious with him but effing in love with him literally <b>ALL</b> her wants were pleasing him and all of her fears were him dying marriage breaking up and death of her dad. The second time I let them stay together, I was an awesome person who not only dominated my marriage but made the choice to oust the ex. I <i>liked</i> her. So you see it could go either way.

Why is life so much more awesome in the sims? I mean its not the fact that I can control them or make myself super thin with long luxurious locks and grey eyes. Its just easier period. I build a house one that I love and we move in and everyone is happy and its all good. Or bad. But still very easy.

As usual my dreams will probably be in sim form tonight. I think tomorrow I will let them woohoo to their hearts content that I come into play. I think its time.

Well blogs and kisses, readers. I am going to bed. Whatever this is I'm catching has caught me and I just want to curl up and sleep.

Terminally Single and Blogging is signing off for the night!

<b>muhwah!</b>

Weddings and marriage

So I consulted a palm reading website via my phone and I discovered that according to my palm, I am due to marry again. Not only that, (snicker) I am due two more children. (Guffaw)

I kept telling myself that it was hokey nonsense but there was one truth I could ignore. It pegged my first marriage and children perfectly. My first marriage line isn't long but it has three lines going through it representing my children and the first line barely passes through it. The website said that this means that the first child was concieved before marriage and was barely into the marriage to be frank the site that this child is barely legal. J was born five months into my first marriage. If I hadn't pressured randy to get married J would have been technically illigitamte as I'm sure that given time to actually consider it, one or both of us would have seen that this marriage was going to be bad and would have backed out completely.

Anyway...

The site explained a few other lines in that section of my hand as well. There's a line between my marriage line. This apparently means a child will enter my family between my marriages. I don't understand that one. There's also a line at the top of my second marriage. I'm supposed to have another baby.

So where the hell is he? I've passed the stage where I randomly look and give up and get depressed. Romantic me has been gunned down too many times. I've been through the stage where I swear I can feel him. Pretty sure that was indigestion.

What am I doing wrong? I had a hook on one guy but I saw right off the back that to him I was just a booty call. My body screamed that this was fine. This was more than fine but my heart put its prevebial foot down and said no and my brain reluctantly agreed.

I am lonely. I'm sick of planning my wedding with no groom. I know nearly every detail about it down to the man who I want to ask to walk me down the aisle as it will not be my actual dad, it will be the guy that has been more of a dad than any guy I've ever known. I just want to see face of the guy that's going to promise before god to love me. The guy that's not going to stand up in church and lie his ass off.

Oh damn tears are coming. Well, beofre they get here, I'm going to stuff romantic me back in the closet to have here bullet wounds attended to.

Terminally single and blogging is going back to the sims where romance is easy...

Fed up with Facebook! (And people)

I admit it, I'm about to go into bitch mode and not for any 'real' reason. As a matter of fact this is probably going to come across to some of you as a whine. Here's a truth I may not have shared before: I don't really care if that annoys you. Ooops! Sorry my inner bitch is fighting to get out but if you look at the top of this page, (the blog page not my facebook page) it does say that this is MY blog and if you don't want to be bothered then move on.

Anyway, now that I've scared the men out of the room by waving my box of tampons like a flag (no I'm not ragging not that any of u need to know when that is happening, ever; it was a metaphor) let me continue.

One would think that with the movie the social network coming out, facebook would he one of the hippest places on the web and that people would use it as the social network it is, and maybe they are but none of my friends. To be very clear and fair, I have three people that post on my wall in response to ANYTHING I say. No I take that back, four. Four people.

Awhile ago I was outraged about the Brittish professor basically re writing Huck afinn because of the over use of the word Nigger. Uh oh go get the pc police I said the dreaded n word. Anyway, I posted an actual question about why people get so touchy about that word. For example its okay for blacks to fix the letters at the end and say nigga and use it as an endearment. We walk around all damn day saying what's up my nigga. But god forbid a white person say it in any form, we're ready to beat the hell outta him. Does the same hold true for whites? They want to beat the hell outta blacks for calling them crackers (something I have personally done once in my life and it sounded bso fucking absurd I couldn't do it with a straight face) but do they take off the er, replace it with an a and walk around saying, "what's up my cracka??" Personally I would stop in my tracks and laugh so hard I'd probably hurt myself. Anyway, I posted a serious question like that and one person responded. God Bless Sarah. She stepped up where everyone else was too chicken. When I posted about the professor only Robert responded.

There's the stupid shit I post. Jason responds to that. Love him so much for that.

There are the times that I let my romantic side out so that she can get shotdown in a love driveby meaning I suddenly remember that not one damn person on this earth wants me in anyway but a fucking friend and she starts crying. Bambi my love responds and reminds me that true love does exsist. She tries hard to reassure me that someone out there loves or will love me as much as her husband loves her.

Then there's the people that see something on my facebook and who text me. I love you to but if its not a direct question like "Where do I send bail money?" Then blow up my facebook. If it needs to stay private I will let you know. Nine times out of ten if I put it on facebook, its not private.

I rarely do private. Private is for people that like having something to themselves. I've don't the by myself thingbfor too long...

Let's not go into the people who would rather not use the world biggest social network outside of texting to talk. I am not a phone person. There's a remarkable large quantity of my friends who are still trying to change me into a phone person. If Blind Tom over in the corner can see that I would rather post on FACEBOOK that I'm so sad I could eat a whole cheesecake (again metaphor). What makes the people who actually know me think I want to use the phone shaped button on my phone which it still just as shiny as a new penny and talk???

I like my facebook. I like my texting. I like that faceless but still intimate connection. People that I actually talk to on facebook and text are special people.

But lately, my facebook has become a farmville notification machine. I can open my facebook for droid app and see thirteen notifications and get so bloody happy... until I see that they are from farmville.

Every now and then I wish I had never started playing that game.

Okay, bitch me is spent and sentimental me is coming to the surface. This may be a blogging night... we'll see...