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Day One: I think I’ve created a monster, and a self-pitying one at that, who couldn’t find a toilet if his life depended on it. People can’t seem to warm to my Sim-who is called Simon Simple. But then, he is a hard man to please. He took a look around the empty houses in the town, Loserville, and didn’t like the look of any of them so promptly had a family of four evicted to make room for himself.
It’s the kind of cold-hearted thing I could never do and, in a way, I’m mightily impressed. Unfortunately, Simon’s social skills seem a bit underdeveloped. In his old neighbourhood his efforts at chatting up the opposite sex were, frankly, abysmal.
Despite his passes going down like lead balloons, Simon thought he wasn’t doing too badly- until the episode with the bladder. A weak chin is one thing, but a weak bladder is hard to live down. Simon has both. Basically, Simon wet himself while chatting to the girls and then burst into tears. I gave life to a crybaby.
Day Two: Simon, I’m discovering, is a lazy sod. I feel like his mother as I prod and poke him to do things- get out of bed, have breakfast, clean up, you name it and he has to be told to do it. His hygiene also leaves a lot to be desired. He rarely washes and on the occasions that he does manage to reach the loo on time he invariably forgets to flush. The result is a dense cloud of flies buzzing over the bowl. I’ll say no more about that…
Day Three: Today, Simon met Bella, the attractive brunette from next door. Keeping in character, my boy jumped the gun and made an unwelcome pass that earned him a well-deserved slap. Simon being the big man that he is burst out crying. God, I hate this guy! Simon is getting depressed and all the fun has gone out of his life (or so his “happiness meter” tells me). It’s time for a change.
P.S. My boyfriend is giving me the silent treatment for spending too much time on the PS2.
Day Four: My boy pulled out all the stops- today he cracked open the wallet and furnished the house with a pinball machine, comfortable couch and an armchair. This place is quickly becoming a chick-magnet. With that in mind Simon organised a party. Hello ladeeez!
That Evening: Well holy God! This guy’s got real problems. Not only does he treat his guests dreadfully- no food, no drink, no shelter for God’s sake (they’re on the front lawn)- but when he does talk he once again bursts into tears after failing to control his bladder. The guests leave in disgust. Simon has become a social pariah.
P.S. My boyfriend has taken to giving me strange looks when I talk about my plans for Simon. I’m thinking about investing in a potty (for myself- there have been a few “accidents” while trying to care for my Sim).
Day Five: There’s no motivating this guy. Apparently, Simon is too depressed to apply for a job. He bought a computer from his diminishing funds, but has he checked out the job pages? Has he heck!
P.S. I think I may have spent a bit too long worrying about Simon and not enough worrying about my relationship with my boyfriend.
Day Six: The house is a mess and there are flies everywhere. The old “happiness meter” is running on the low side and hygiene is becoming, eh, problematic. But enough about me, Simon is a physical and emotional wreak. He spends his day standing in the middle of the living room staring at the wall and occasional scratching his behind.
P.S. My friends have stopped calling and my boyfriend has moved into the spare bedroom. I just can’t be bothered about work at the moment.
Day Seven: Simon can take no more. While cooking breakfast, he sets the kitchen ablaze knowing he didn’t bother buying a smoke detector to alert the fire brigade. He screams and shouts that he hates this world and welcomes the Grim Reaper into his home. The Grim Reaper grants Simon’s request to move on to another world far away from this evil God.
P.S. This evil God won’t be crying about it! Must go now- the boyfriend is taking me to the bathroom.
It’s the kind of cold-hearted thing I could never do and, in a way, I’m mightily impressed. Unfortunately, Simon’s social skills seem a bit underdeveloped. In his old neighbourhood his efforts at chatting up the opposite sex were, frankly, abysmal.
Despite his passes going down like lead balloons, Simon thought he wasn’t doing too badly- until the episode with the bladder. A weak chin is one thing, but a weak bladder is hard to live down. Simon has both. Basically, Simon wet himself while chatting to the girls and then burst into tears. I gave life to a crybaby.
Day Two: Simon, I’m discovering, is a lazy sod. I feel like his mother as I prod and poke him to do things- get out of bed, have breakfast, clean up, you name it and he has to be told to do it. His hygiene also leaves a lot to be desired. He rarely washes and on the occasions that he does manage to reach the loo on time he invariably forgets to flush. The result is a dense cloud of flies buzzing over the bowl. I’ll say no more about that…
Day Three: Today, Simon met Bella, the attractive brunette from next door. Keeping in character, my boy jumped the gun and made an unwelcome pass that earned him a well-deserved slap. Simon being the big man that he is burst out crying. God, I hate this guy! Simon is getting depressed and all the fun has gone out of his life (or so his “happiness meter” tells me). It’s time for a change.
P.S. My boyfriend is giving me the silent treatment for spending too much time on the PS2.
Day Four: My boy pulled out all the stops- today he cracked open the wallet and furnished the house with a pinball machine, comfortable couch and an armchair. This place is quickly becoming a chick-magnet. With that in mind Simon organised a party. Hello ladeeez!
That Evening: Well holy God! This guy’s got real problems. Not only does he treat his guests dreadfully- no food, no drink, no shelter for God’s sake (they’re on the front lawn)- but when he does talk he once again bursts into tears after failing to control his bladder. The guests leave in disgust. Simon has become a social pariah.
P.S. My boyfriend has taken to giving me strange looks when I talk about my plans for Simon. I’m thinking about investing in a potty (for myself- there have been a few “accidents” while trying to care for my Sim).
Day Five: There’s no motivating this guy. Apparently, Simon is too depressed to apply for a job. He bought a computer from his diminishing funds, but has he checked out the job pages? Has he heck!
P.S. I think I may have spent a bit too long worrying about Simon and not enough worrying about my relationship with my boyfriend.
Day Six: The house is a mess and there are flies everywhere. The old “happiness meter” is running on the low side and hygiene is becoming, eh, problematic. But enough about me, Simon is a physical and emotional wreak. He spends his day standing in the middle of the living room staring at the wall and occasional scratching his behind.
P.S. My friends have stopped calling and my boyfriend has moved into the spare bedroom. I just can’t be bothered about work at the moment.
Day Seven: Simon can take no more. While cooking breakfast, he sets the kitchen ablaze knowing he didn’t bother buying a smoke detector to alert the fire brigade. He screams and shouts that he hates this world and welcomes the Grim Reaper into his home. The Grim Reaper grants Simon’s request to move on to another world far away from this evil God.
P.S. This evil God won’t be crying about it! Must go now- the boyfriend is taking me to the bathroom.
Thanks El Blokey!
Yes. I scanned it, and thought it was just a random fake diary. A closer look showed it actually be a decently written diary of a Sim. So well done on the topic AND catching me out.
El Blokey wrote:
> Wrong forum.
It's just a reflex for any post at all eh, El Blokey?
> Wrong forum.
It's just a reflex for any post at all eh, El Blokey?
El Blokey wrote:
> No it's not. Sorry.
I forgive you. :)
> No it's not. Sorry.
I forgive you. :)
No it's not. Sorry.
Wrong forum.
Day One: I think I’ve created a monster, and a self-pitying one at that, who couldn’t find a toilet if his life depended on it. People can’t seem to warm to my Sim-who is called Simon Simple. But then, he is a hard man to please. He took a look around the empty houses in the town, Loserville, and didn’t like the look of any of them so promptly had a family of four evicted to make room for himself.
It’s the kind of cold-hearted thing I could never do and, in a way, I’m mightily impressed. Unfortunately, Simon’s social skills seem a bit underdeveloped. In his old neighbourhood his efforts at chatting up the opposite sex were, frankly, abysmal.
Despite his passes going down like lead balloons, Simon thought he wasn’t doing too badly- until the episode with the bladder. A weak chin is one thing, but a weak bladder is hard to live down. Simon has both. Basically, Simon wet himself while chatting to the girls and then burst into tears. I gave life to a crybaby.
Day Two: Simon, I’m discovering, is a lazy sod. I feel like his mother as I prod and poke him to do things- get out of bed, have breakfast, clean up, you name it and he has to be told to do it. His hygiene also leaves a lot to be desired. He rarely washes and on the occasions that he does manage to reach the loo on time he invariably forgets to flush. The result is a dense cloud of flies buzzing over the bowl. I’ll say no more about that…
Day Three: Today, Simon met Bella, the attractive brunette from next door. Keeping in character, my boy jumped the gun and made an unwelcome pass that earned him a well-deserved slap. Simon being the big man that he is burst out crying. God, I hate this guy! Simon is getting depressed and all the fun has gone out of his life (or so his “happiness meter” tells me). It’s time for a change.
P.S. My boyfriend is giving me the silent treatment for spending too much time on the PS2.
Day Four: My boy pulled out all the stops- today he cracked open the wallet and furnished the house with a pinball machine, comfortable couch and an armchair. This place is quickly becoming a chick-magnet. With that in mind Simon organised a party. Hello ladeeez!
That Evening: Well holy God! This guy’s got real problems. Not only does he treat his guests dreadfully- no food, no drink, no shelter for God’s sake (they’re on the front lawn)- but when he does talk he once again bursts into tears after failing to control his bladder. The guests leave in disgust. Simon has become a social pariah.
P.S. My boyfriend has taken to giving me strange looks when I talk about my plans for Simon. I’m thinking about investing in a potty (for myself- there have been a few “accidents” while trying to care for my Sim).
Day Five: There’s no motivating this guy. Apparently, Simon is too depressed to apply for a job. He bought a computer from his diminishing funds, but has he checked out the job pages? Has he heck!
P.S. I think I may have spent a bit too long worrying about Simon and not enough worrying about my relationship with my boyfriend.
Day Six: The house is a mess and there are flies everywhere. The old “happiness meter” is running on the low side and hygiene is becoming, eh, problematic. But enough about me, Simon is a physical and emotional wreak. He spends his day standing in the middle of the living room staring at the wall and occasional scratching his behind.
P.S. My friends have stopped calling and my boyfriend has moved into the spare bedroom. I just can’t be bothered about work at the moment.
Day Seven: Simon can take no more. While cooking breakfast, he sets the kitchen ablaze knowing he didn’t bother buying a smoke detector to alert the fire brigade. He screams and shouts that he hates this world and welcomes the Grim Reaper into his home. The Grim Reaper grants Simon’s request to move on to another world far away from this evil God.
P.S. This evil God won’t be crying about it! Must go now- the boyfriend is taking me to the bathroom.
It’s the kind of cold-hearted thing I could never do and, in a way, I’m mightily impressed. Unfortunately, Simon’s social skills seem a bit underdeveloped. In his old neighbourhood his efforts at chatting up the opposite sex were, frankly, abysmal.
Despite his passes going down like lead balloons, Simon thought he wasn’t doing too badly- until the episode with the bladder. A weak chin is one thing, but a weak bladder is hard to live down. Simon has both. Basically, Simon wet himself while chatting to the girls and then burst into tears. I gave life to a crybaby.
Day Two: Simon, I’m discovering, is a lazy sod. I feel like his mother as I prod and poke him to do things- get out of bed, have breakfast, clean up, you name it and he has to be told to do it. His hygiene also leaves a lot to be desired. He rarely washes and on the occasions that he does manage to reach the loo on time he invariably forgets to flush. The result is a dense cloud of flies buzzing over the bowl. I’ll say no more about that…
Day Three: Today, Simon met Bella, the attractive brunette from next door. Keeping in character, my boy jumped the gun and made an unwelcome pass that earned him a well-deserved slap. Simon being the big man that he is burst out crying. God, I hate this guy! Simon is getting depressed and all the fun has gone out of his life (or so his “happiness meter” tells me). It’s time for a change.
P.S. My boyfriend is giving me the silent treatment for spending too much time on the PS2.
Day Four: My boy pulled out all the stops- today he cracked open the wallet and furnished the house with a pinball machine, comfortable couch and an armchair. This place is quickly becoming a chick-magnet. With that in mind Simon organised a party. Hello ladeeez!
That Evening: Well holy God! This guy’s got real problems. Not only does he treat his guests dreadfully- no food, no drink, no shelter for God’s sake (they’re on the front lawn)- but when he does talk he once again bursts into tears after failing to control his bladder. The guests leave in disgust. Simon has become a social pariah.
P.S. My boyfriend has taken to giving me strange looks when I talk about my plans for Simon. I’m thinking about investing in a potty (for myself- there have been a few “accidents” while trying to care for my Sim).
Day Five: There’s no motivating this guy. Apparently, Simon is too depressed to apply for a job. He bought a computer from his diminishing funds, but has he checked out the job pages? Has he heck!
P.S. I think I may have spent a bit too long worrying about Simon and not enough worrying about my relationship with my boyfriend.
Day Six: The house is a mess and there are flies everywhere. The old “happiness meter” is running on the low side and hygiene is becoming, eh, problematic. But enough about me, Simon is a physical and emotional wreak. He spends his day standing in the middle of the living room staring at the wall and occasional scratching his behind.
P.S. My friends have stopped calling and my boyfriend has moved into the spare bedroom. I just can’t be bothered about work at the moment.
Day Seven: Simon can take no more. While cooking breakfast, he sets the kitchen ablaze knowing he didn’t bother buying a smoke detector to alert the fire brigade. He screams and shouts that he hates this world and welcomes the Grim Reaper into his home. The Grim Reaper grants Simon’s request to move on to another world far away from this evil God.
P.S. This evil God won’t be crying about it! Must go now- the boyfriend is taking me to the bathroom.