Veronica's diary (laptop version)

 This is a potentially upsetting update to my sims save file (which, yes, was updated yesterday and last week on sunday...) if you would like, play My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion. It all started when the well-known townie, Liberty Lee, died in my upstairs hallway. Here comes Grim, in his tighty-whities (that is my fault, I will admit). soul = reaped. But the horrors don't stop there, I am afraid. Lilith (Michael's wife) is the next to perish at the hands of cruel Father Time. She also does this in the upstairs hallway. Here comes Grim in his tighty whiteys.  I moved out Oyster the vampire because what she does is none of my business. She moved back in with her parents, Lilith (the vampire), and Juliana, and her younger siblings. Esther and Caleb, the oldest two are kind of serving with their looks (photos included), and I changed the baby's name to Pearl. Juliana is also pregnant again–she is single-handedly repopulating vampires in this save file. Now that Michael is ...

 [major spoilers for last night's survivor ahead, venture forth with caution]  [this is an unpaid promotion for Survivor ... if CBS sponsored this blog, I would use that as leverage to be put on After Midnight and then I would never be the same] WHO HELD ME AT GUNPOINT YESTERDAY AFTERNOON AND SAID 'wow, it would be a great idea to name drop Kyle from survivor 47, since you always talk about hating people named Kyle, but you don't hate him.' They could never make me hate you, Kyle. All you did was be a vegetarian and eat chicken wings because you were starving and talk about Shania. It was not his time to go.  He was just a guy for real. In other Kyle news, I hate everyone else named Kyle, so much that it has become a derogatory term that me and Clara L use.  IN sims news, Michael's wife, Lilith has now become old and will soon swim with the fishes in sim-heaven. The plan for him is to marry a much younger, beautiful sim who matches his freak (a little emo, into clow...

 Phrase of the week: "it's been a long day." But how true is it, really? Things that have happened in the last week (some of which are indicative of the ghost of my enemies that is following me).  It all started with a trip back to my alma mater (high school edition) where I witnessed the most heart-wrenching performance of Into the Woods imaginable. During the intermission, I searched for a bathroom that was not the main one, or the gender neutral bathroom with a lady in her mid-to-late-fifties. I ended up using the teacher's bathroom (life-changing moment, tbr). The girl who played the Evil Witch lady was so talented... she reminded me of myself. I cannot be taken out to see these things because I start thinking things like 'oh, I could so do that' or 'let me write a musical about everyone who has wronged me because I deserve closure.'  Friday I woke up with the worst headache known to man, and I had to go volunteer with first graders. The activity ...

(left to right) young Juliana, Mag and teenage Michael in their Halloween House Welcome to the sims world update! For the people who did not catch up on previous lore about this family, I will update you from the start of the story. We start our story with an aspiring comedian named Mag, and her child, Juliana. They live in a basic house and can barely afford doors for all the rooms. They subsidize their money by inviting neighbors to stay over and selling their paintings and running a small indoor garden which they have instead of a living room. Mag got busy on her first in-day game, and romanced the Grim Reaper. I had to use cheats because now romancing the Grim Reaper is behind a paywall. While cheating all this Grim Reaper business, he somehow lost his clothes and to this day, he reaps souls in his tighty whities (fyi, the underpants are black). The result of their romance was a baby boy, who was named Michael. As Mag climbs the comedy career, her houseguests (whose labor she also ...

 This is what I am bringing with me into 2025: a can of air freshener in every bathroom so after I drop the stinkiest deuce, I can spray the area, and leave the bathroom smelling like flowers and poop mixed together in the worst way possible. Also my TBR, which is growing exponentially. This is what I am leaving in 2024 (because apparently it's that time of year already): theatre kids. My new boss, Kaitlyn (god bless her soul), invited me to the staff Christmas party. She asked me if I want a plus one. Girl, I have no prospects, i have no clue what she was thinking. I considered bringing a friend, but they all have an exam the next day. Then my mom suggested I bring Nonna, or my brother. LOL! That would be more funny than anything, because Nonna would abandon me in a heartbeat to hang out with Eric and Annie (friends of my parents), and then... idk what i would do. Then my mom informed me that some companies make you pay for a plus one, so this is how I phrased it: "hey Kaitly...

Being alive is actually so embarrassing like why am I like this. Yesterday, I came to the devastating realization that I have a crush on a man who I have not spoken to since 2017. I saw him at the grocery store yesterday, and we spent five hours a week together every week for 10 years from 2007 to 2017. And me and my brother call him Arthur because he looks like Arthur from that kids show (that is the embarrassing part). Here is a funny story about the lore behind this crush: So my family went to a funeral sometime in the last 12 months. We all (me, parents, nico, nonna) packed together like clowns inside Cynthia, but that is not the point. I have no clue how my family is related to the deceased (if we even are related at all). Then this guy walks in with his clone (not twins) and his twin (not clones). Me and Nico spend 10 minutes trying to figure out where they are from/ if we know them. We do. Nico looks at me and says 'Arthur.' And our mom kept saying to go over and say hi....