Yesterday was really kinda boring, so I opted for the activity that holds the all-time record on time-wasting for me: The Sims. The Sims, for those of you outside the gaming loop, is a game where you create a person or persons and pretty much run their lives for them. Right now I'm working on two seperate projects: creating the perfect sim by means of exploiting loopholes in the program, and managing a house full of sims based on me and my homeschooling friends. The second one has proved quite annoying, as we've had more than our fair share of fires, burglaries, cockroach infestations, and other such accidents. Now, any rational person would take these experiences to the conclusion that if its frustrating and eventually pointless, then one should stop. And that tought did come to me, and I resolved to quit- until my sim got a promotion at work.

Tunes: "Clint Eastwood", Gorillaz; "Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta", Geto Boys; "It's Going Down", X-Ecutioners.