Friday, July 29, 2011

It rules over all the creeping things of the neighborhood, but it doesn't want to.


"Hello, world! I sure had a good night's sleep."


"Wait a's not morning, it's evening. And everything is purple. And my face has turned to pudding."

And lo, God said, "Let me make a sim in my image, after my likeness," and she did, and it was somewhat accurate*.

* Sim may not look accurate.

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