I am getting a little choked up right now, hahah. I blame lack of sleep. I’ll put this under a read more so that you are not subjected to my insomniac rambling about the importance of this Sim.
if you can actually guess who this is supposed to be (hint hint way back in the sims 2 exchange days), then you get all the awards. she’s a wip but….so close.
(i’m secretly crying, this is so wrong but so right.)
geeZUZ i am struggling with writing tonight. so i’m going to………………not. haha.
He’s quick to say, “Sure,” but she’s even quicker to toss out the name of a bar down town. She does the math: past lovers (or something along those lines), drunk, temptation seeping through the walls, covering couches and counter tops and hell, even the floor. She didn’t want that, not for them, but it’s just the way things were.
Instead, they go to Finn’s, a bar with stale air that no amount of bleach could ever remove because it had sunk into the walls, the floor, even the people there. It wasn’t dirty - just stale. But Jane liked it there nonetheless - everyone, from the patrons to the staff, moved at a beautifully leisurely pace. There was no rush at Finn’s, and certainly no temptation to be found in the cratered surface of the bar counter and squeaky purple stools.
man, i have a bunch of pictures to retouch - and laundry T_T - to do by tomorrow morning, and i don’t wanna!
once i’m done all this stuff i’ll post what i took last night. heh, here is a remake of the bartender - he was a she (chelsea something?)but i like him! far from my normal style though.
i might remake a bunch of townies and then put them up for download. maybe?
took some pictures, but it’s 3 AM and though I have it written in my head, getting it typed is a different matter.
plus i have a photoshoot at 9 AM tomorrow.
and then a job interview at 9 AM the next day.
C R Y I N G.
love/hate your stupid face.
man, tonight i think i’m just going to write. i want to be in game but i haven’t wrote in a solid week. so maybe i’ll have updates.
maybe not. haha.