#Not Meowin' Around

[shoddilydrawnmeulin]

aa hi its cronus mod!! i was just abt to reblog the meulin reblog but its gone ajhsadhgsd

OOC:

HELP ITS OKAY nothings wrong i js deleted it!!

i wanna give everyone a chance to participate if they want nd i dont wanna take up too much interaction chance :3c

[draculeo]

where goose

just goosin around

[yankonmypigtails]

meowin around

[todayontumblr]

Tuesday, May 16.

it's nearly 3am, for pete's sake. let that cat in!

what's the matter with you, man. let that cat in this instant!

listen, and listen well, dammit, because I won't ask twice. that itty-bitty puss has been purring, meowing, and hissing for hours now, and, though it may be the winter outside, and it is christmas, this isn't your classic december 24th scenario. there is room at this inn, and we're going to let him inside, out of the cold, as if it it were the baby jesus himself. because, in many ways, he is—and apparently there's a northern star above our house.

you've got work tomorrow, I've got work tomorrow. and you can bet your ass that all the while that little critter is out there hollering all alone, meowin into the festive abyss, with nothing for company but a christmas tree, decorative lights, and wide-angle lens, we are not going to get a moment's shut-eye. and that's not good news for you, because I know for a fact you've got your end-of-fourth quarterly all-synergy christmas review at the office tomorrow, and I know your job's on the line. you think the board are gonna be happy when you drag yourself into the office with bags around your eyes, your tie on backwards, and cups of starbucks holiday blend in each hand? it may be the season of goodwill, but that don't count for much in your line of Business—even lonesome mr. whiskers could tell you that. 

speaking of, you hear that? give it some time and that one little whine is gonna attract all the other december strays. before you know it, we'll have a gregorian chant of kitty kats decorating our front lawn, and freestyling their own carols with not a care for tune or harmony. who knows—one of them may have a little catnip on their person. and then we are really in trouble.

if reason does not persuade you, then surely you are moved by the plight of this destitute animal? listen to his lonesome cries ringing out into the depths of the night, and pinky swear me that your eyes are dry at the intensity of his despair? because I do not consider it possible for anyone of reasonable mind to withstand, in spirit, that animal's pain as expressed through this his wretched song. this may be the season of merriment and jollity, but these are distant lands to the furry friend who currently finds himself lost, adrift, and alone at our most decorative doorstep.

if you are still cold-hearted to his plight, then consider this: he was brought to our door by its luminous, festive character. this cat has seen the tree, and fairy lights wrapped in an embrace around the columns, and understood its greater significance. this cat has come to understand this as a home of compassion, charity, light, and warmth during these darkest days of the year. if we ignore the sound of his cries, we are not merely heartless, but hypocrites to the decoration that adorns our front porch.

the choice is yours. it is almost 2:30 AM. the cat remains alone, waiting, wailing into night. 

what are you going to do?

[spilledquinoa]

I've just realized how long it's been since I've done one of these (sorry bout that) but @rottenpumpkin13 has inspired me to do another one!

Sephiroth

"simply, communism."

"sometimes you just have to put sanity before fun"

"and I will say 'boo' and send you an email saying 'boo'" (also works for Angeal)

"watch out. he's blue and predictable"

"did you just say 'I'm vaginal'??"

"chicken<6"

"did you say 'prison' and look at me?"

"I'm so mentally unstable it's hilarious"

Genesis

"my mom has limbs you nipple spork"

"get in loser, we're going to the mortitician this Saturday"

"when Gwen Stefani dies, I call dibs on Hollaback Girl royalties"

"what's the point of a voodoo doll if you don't test it?"

"who cares about you graduating when the POLAR BEARS are getting HEART ATTACKS"

"roses are red, I might be autistic, I'm actually super gay but that's not a secret"

"so that's that. I didn't swear. like a whore."

"it's toxic but in a frisky way"

"you little piss-ants"

"what rhymes with alcoholic"

Angeal

"who is it? who's meowin'?"

"Genesis is subpar at best but he's not lame!"

"why aren't we vaccinating the chickens?"

"turkey, turkey, sociopathic turkey..."

"'I drive all night to keep her warm' (referring to Story of My Life by One Direction) man, you don't have to drive to keep someone warm? get a blanket! cheaper than gas!"

"I respect, acknowledge, and admire the grindset"

"capital mark"

Zack

"bananas are freakin weird man"

"he said he has a stommy ache"

"tomato, tomahto, ketchup, potato"

"ham means death??"

"pizza that has lost all heat and pizza that has been put in the fridge are two VERY different kinds of cold pizza"

"I feel like a dish pickle"

"while you've been running the Eiffel Tower, I've been secretly stuffing bees into pants"

"I had a dream someone was cussing me out in sign language"

"when it's 0° I wear pants"

"if you need the bathroom, go now or forever hold your pee"

*whispering* "are they stealing monkey nipple milk??"

"if it's slow, it's bisquik"

Cloud

"well that was OPPRESSIVELY offensive"

"she's Amish, not racist"

"it's educated gambling"

"no I do want scurvy, just to say that I've had it"

"ZACK SAID FREEDOM AWAITS AND I HEARD FREE THE HOMELESS"

"if you step on a crack and break your mom's back, what about orphans?"

"at your temple dipshit"

"you can't just 'dick around' at a SENATE HEARING."

*about Genesis* "wow! I never knew someone could that well versed in being a bitch!"

"I will never cease to disappoint"

Group!

Cloud: is it snowing or hailing?

Zack: snailing

Cloud: aren't you gay??

Genesis: yeah sometimes I forget

Angeal: protons have mass

Zack: I didn't know they were Catholic!

*chatter, before room goes suddenly silent*

Angeal: ...and that's how I first kissed Genesis on the mouth!

Cloud: that's a real how I met your mother vibe

Zack: I'm being killed!

Genesis: no you're being kidnapped fuckwad, there's a difference

Angeal, about Cloud: you're selling yourself out to the army?

Genesis: like a prostitute??

Sephiroth: you're offending prostitutes

Genesis: at least they get something out of it

[multiiscale]

fellas help, the purrloin thats been followin me around is sittin outside my backyard and wont stop meowin at the door. ive been leavin berries n stuff for her, so i dont Think shes hungry ??? what do i. do here

[the-night-that-feeds-if]

HI!! How are you? I just played the demo and literally loved every second of it, the emotional neglect with MC's mom hit close to home BUT it was written very well :,)

I like that we get to pick hobbies as well! And I liked the angst that came with Aevans death (idk if I spelt that correctly). I have a close relationship with my older sister, my pal, my good time boy. And losing her would honestly haunt me too especially being around a mom who's very emotionally neglectful and responds to vulnerable emotions with an eye roll. To have that safe space taken away from you and being blamed for it would fuck me up too so you really nailed it there with your writing!

I'm foaming at the mouth for Maddock Kdbjfbdj

PET?? ON GOD??? Literally gnawing at the iron bars of my incloser. Playing Francesca by Hozier right the fuck now cuz that's how I be feelin. I have a type for broken men lol. Even my friend found themself barkin and meowin for the sexy Mercenary.

Hi anon! I'm doing good today, I was working on some coding for the story and FINALLY got through some tough bit of code that was stalling my progress bad all thanks to @albywritesfiction (SO HELPFUL OMG)

The story is very inspired by my own personal feelings and experiences with my mom and siblings (tho none have died but I've lost some of them in other ways.)

So it makes me happy but also very sad when people can personally relate to my story. Much love 💜

And I am so so flattered that you love my writing, I really appreciate the compliments especially about the emotional impact it has. The new update isn't going to overly mess with anything beyond maybe rewording some stuff and fixing the pacing and grammar etc.

And I'm so glad people love Maddock. He was the first RO I developed, and it probably shows lol, he's a very emotionally complex and innately sexual character, I was a little worried about how he might be received considering I don't often see IFs with ROs in the older realm. But I love him, and the potential (especially BDSM) relationship aspects you can have with him. I'm really trying to nail down a man that is emotional, and strong, and safe and definitely some amount of broken.

(you can probably tell I REALLY like broken men too 👀)

[cloudxxiii]

PLEASE IM FUCKING LOSING IT IM MEOWIN' N HOWLIN' IM SQUEALING LIKE A TROLLEY WHEEL, CRYIN' LIKE A BABY WITH AUTISM STRAPPED TO A CEILING FAN, I'M POUNDING MY HEAD AGAINST THE KITCHEN FLOOR, I'M BITING OFF MY TOES, I'M RUNNING AROUND MY TINY ROOM IN CIRCLES, I'M HAVING THE MOST ROMANTIC, WHOLESOME WEDDING WITH A FUCKING ROLLERCOASTER, I'M BARKING AT THE WALL, I'M KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING, I'M ACTING UP, I'M CATCHING KURU AND DYING LAUGHING IN JAIL, I'M SHITTING ON YOUR CULTURE, I'M MINING AT NIGHT, I'M EATING KETCHUP, I'M FIGHTING SKELETONS AND I'M SINGING YOUR BODY MY TEMPLE WHILE EXPLODING GOOGLEY EYES-

[jarofstyles]

harry being super clingy towards y/n and wanting to be babied just cause 🥺

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“Babyyyyyyy.”

Harry normally wasn’t the clingiest one in the relationship. But there were moments that he acted like a little kitten. Mewling for attention and bringing her hand up to his hair to pet. Would sit his head in her lap or perch his chin on her shoulder. Trying his absolute best to get any speck or nibble of attention that he could from her.

Tonight was one of those nights. Y/N had gone out all day to run errands and for once in his hectic life? Harry had a week off. It was planned to spend only with her, snuggled in their place with plans of cooking and baking and cozying in the now rapidly cooking weather but about 12 hours in it had become apparent that they were out of... well, everything.

Food, toiletries, and running low on pet food for their little fuzzy kitten, Mew. So Y/N had run out taken a bit. Having to run to a few different stores to get the particular brand of beans Harry liked and her very specific oat milk, as well as kibble for their little Mew at the pet shop? It was tiring for her to say the least.

It never failed to make her smile though. Those moments where it was him seeking out the affection and soft touches without shame, whining and pouting at her? Damn. Give her heart a break. She couldn’t help but cave every time.

It was only moments after she walked in the door from the shops that she was badgered with sock covered feet padding right behind her, a bit useless with putting the things away while he pawed at her sweater and tried to slide his cool hands into the warmth of her skin and feel her soft tummy.

“Oi! Cold hands, watch it.” She giggled, no real bite to her words and making no effort to push him away.

“Heyyyy.” He whined, pulling her back into his form. She was proven defenseless again Harry and cute shit. Damn. “Jus’ want my girl. We’re gone for ages, and I was all alone in our home. Mew was meowin’ for her mumma and I was all cold and without my cuddle buddy.” He murmured against her neck, burying his face into her neck. His hair was messy and fuzzy from their shower this morning and lack of product, the soft ends tickling her skin.

“Oh?” She cooed. “M’so sorry, baby. Just didn’t want us starving and having nothing to use. Could have come with me but it’s faster if I just go. You’ve been handsy, mister.” She faux scolds again, smiling when she felt a huff. A little bite on her neck made her squeak, hands smacking at the forearm she could reach.

“Ouch! Bit me like a little monster. Our kitten’s got better manners than you.”

Harry nuzzled deeper into her neck and pressed little spongy kisses to the spot he had bitten, trying to fix it. “Made it better. But... s’your punishment. No more leavin’.” He said lowly, pulling her around so she faced him. Picking her up, he had her on the counter and stepped between her legs. Taking one hand if hers, he placed it in his hair before giving her puppy eyes.

“Kiss, please.” Puckering his lips, Y/N couldn’t resist, rolling her eyes and indulging in his antics. Before she could fully pull back, he whined again.

“Another.”

Peck.

“Another.”

Peck.

“More.”

Peck.

“One more?”

Peck.

He whined before she actually pulled back, shaking her head while she carded her hand through his hair.

“Babe... gotta get the groceries put away. Once it’s all away and Mew’s bowl is full, we can spend the day however you want, okay? Can get cozy clothes again and lay on the couch and watch some of those cooking videos you like.” Y/N loved him. So much. Would do anything for him.

And to see his eyes brighten at her suggestion? It was priceless.

“Promise?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her fully and keeping her eye level.

“Mhm. Now help me and put the shampoo and such in our bathroom, and by the time you’re back we should be ready to go.”

Watching him nod eagerly and take off towards the bathroom, the only thought on Y/N’s mind was how lucky she was.

[shoddilydrawnmeulin]

OOC

if u saw a new post no u didnt

[orunj]

Weekend August 6-7 PART 2

Sunday morning we went to QC CIRCLE HEHEHEH it was a neychur day.

shikahn also found a tree lyk d one he found in red dead —d kind op tree dat native americans would make HEHE

We got sum breakfast frm dis karenderya and then we brought our plates out so we could eats at the stone benches n tables. It was so nays out, we finally got sum freeesh air. der be also old people all around and ppl exercising. AND ET JUST FELY LYK BAGUIO LITE

a tru mental health day indeed. also while shikahn was eatin his breakfast, der be dis stupehd cat dat kept meowin for sum fewd. and then eventually dey multiplied —his gang arrived.

aftur breakfast we got sum kwoffee from Just Coffee. and et was a gud place sana but dey got our order wrong 😤 they gave our order to another idiot couple 😤 and shikahn was too decent he couldnt ask d vendor to gib him the right drenk. he asked for Cafe Latte, they gave him MOCHA 🥲 and d poor bebi just had to chug dat milo drenk down.

aftur dat, we went to Pedal n Paddle to check out their rides HIHI there was this swan boat ride and et was nays :> we got to feed feesh. then we also tried the SKY BIKE —we thought we was gon die any second. den we also tried their bumper cars HEHEHE and et was just d two of us —things got so rough me bag fell and made me things scatter sa car ko. but yehs 10/10 experience. also we discovered we could drive in reverse wid dem bumper cars HAHA

and den opkors we eventually had to leave Circle and gou to SM NURTH so i could claim me billie eilish ticket 😤

but hek, things got difficult. we thought we could just head out of circle and hitch a ride dat easy BUT NOU. we had to walk a gud length just to find yung bridge 🥲 AND THEN when we finally got der, the was path was BLOCKED. “Why?” we dont kno 😭 but anyway yih it took me some time to just find d courage and just climb over et. wild times.

we got to sum nurth eventually and I GOT MI TICKET and then we ate sa HEY BBK. SUCH GOOD FOOD. UGH. fok. they have this parmesan bibingka and that shiet was just divine mwah chef kiss. across the resto, may free viewing for a Valorant tournament and may free smartphone daw sa raffle draw so opkors we tried wotchin. but alas, d call op neychur was stronger and i had to gou find a toilet.

pro tip: if u must take a shiet in sm nurth and u cant afford waiting in line, just go to the toilets on the last floor of The Block.

dats where i eventually took a shiet coz all of em restrooms on the lower levels were full 🥲 there were a lot of bbm supporters in The Block for Maid in Malacañang fok.

[miccillian]

Mr. Buakaw was non-stop buggin' me to play with him by meowin' and meowin', even after we just ran around the apartment for a while, throwin' treats around and chasin' him. So, to put a stop to the meowin' for a second, I reached over and booped his snoot and he just gave me this look like, "da fuck you thinking?" 🐈 🤣 (But he's back to normal now, as ye see in the photo) #miccillian #captncillian #pirate #celtic #folk #piratecat #cats #tabby #catsofinstagram #mrbuakaw #boop #boopthesnoot (at Waterloo, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/CacjPbbLjiS/?utm_medium=tumblr

[angelicguy]

That’s great. One of my cats has made it a habit to walk around meowing until I beckon him over to sit on my lap

he was meowin at my door at 8 so i let him in and he just tucked his dumb ass in

[haku23]

“or I gotta start meowin’ like a fuckin’ cat to get fucked around here?” 

me at myself as I’m writing it: I mean. that can definitely Be Arranged...

[brandstonethings]

The Cat

It was a sunny morning and Joe had gotten up early and ready for the day as usual. He went outside of his humble cabin and into the woods. He took a bucket with him as he made his way to a nearby stream to collect some water. For a few minutes, the only sounds that could be heard were the birds, the gentle flow of water, and the crunching of grass, twigs, and leftover snow beneath the man's big boots. Soon enough, he had the bucket filled and was headed back home.

Meow.

Joe stopped at the new sound and cocked his head to the side while raising an eyebrow. He shrugged, thinking he heard a cat for a moment. It must have been his imagination. He moved on.

Meow.

There it was again. Joe stopped once more and turned around, scanning the silent woods around him. He slowly turned away after a long moment of silence and walked.

Meow. Meow.

He turned around quickly this time, the water in his bucket sloshing around and some of it spilling out and onto the side of his pants. He looked around again, squinting his eyes and furrowing his brows. He smiled when he had finally found the source. A white cat had been stuck clinging onto a very small branch near the top of a very tall tree. Joe had to shield his eyes from the sun to gaze up at the poor thing. He set his bucket down.

"Well, hey there lil' cutie! Were ya meowin' fer me?"

Meow.

"D'aww... yer stuck up there ain't ya? Well, don't you worry no more! Uncle Joe's goin' to carry ya down from there all safe 'n sound."

He started climbing the tree. Being quite large, one would expect this oaf to be clumsy at things like this. Suprisingly, he climbed up the tree as effortlessly as a monkey would and was at the cat in no time. He held his hands out for the scared cat but was taken by surprise when next, all he saw was a ball of white fur in his face and felt the claws digging into his cheeks. He had almost lost his balance and grip at the unexpected jump and was saying something muffled under all that fur. He managed to slowly climb down as the cat clung onto his muttonchops.

When he reached the bottom, he stepped back from the tree, trying to get the cat off of his face but ended up planting his foot right into the bucket of water. The poor giant of a man would make a great fool for some noble or royalty. Good thing no one was watching. He tripped and fell from the bucket, water splashing all over him and the cat. The cat was not pleased and finally released him as she darted away to who knows where. Joe simply layed there in pain, disbelief, and a visibly deflated face at seeing the cat disappear into the woods.

[samkat10423]

Adventures With Theo - 04-12-2012, 04:24 AM

Well, today I have to find me a job, 'kuz even though I am sorta rich... I got those 956 simoleons that I found under that mattress, doncha know! And I hided them in a pickle jar out behind my new houz. Oops! Guess I shouldn't have told you that. But you don't know that I hided them under that tree, so it's okay, doncha think? Leastways, I think it is. Anyways, I learnt early on, that simoleons don't last long in today's echonomy. So's I got to find some work I can do. Ispecialty, since I do want to go back home. Out-there spazes is not as fun as I thought it would be. For real! (And, you want to know a sekrit? I'm beginnin to think that maybe... just maybe, Mr. Spock might be a made-up Sim. Yeah! I know. It was hard for me to admit it at first too! But I've been lookin and lookin real hard like, and I haven't seen him anywhere! I even went to their Galactik Stores here, thinkin he might be there, sinz he has his face on all those sereal boxes. But no luck!) But back to my job search...I could prabably get work at the local diner, since I do know how to cook some, thanks to Emma Hatch. But I'm thinkin those Sims I met, might member me, and wonder why a famous geeky-guy Sim, was workin at a diner, doncha know! Same with the grocery store and bookstore. Akyuality, it's a prablem with all the stores here. I mean, I'm guessin those Sims go into the stores to buy stuff, and they might see me! So, I don't know what to do. But the good news is, I think I may have figyered out how to konfusicate them, a bit. I went ahead and chanjed my peerance! Yes I did! And all on my ownself. It's not as good as a prof...profess... real styler remakeable, but it'll have to do, 'kuz 'til my broked komputer is fixed, I'm tough out of luck, as Kayana would say. And that "Handiness for Dummies" book I got, is real hard to onderstand. I mean really, really hard! I read the first chapter, then tried to fix my komputer and almost got elektrikal-shooted! For real! I can tell you, it was scary! So's until I can figyer it out, my komputer will have to stay broked. Ooooooh! Ooooooh! Ooooooh! I almost fergotted! But I had this crazy dream. Leastways, I think it was a dream. I might be wrong, 'kuz I was asleep at the time. But in it, this Tedhi lady, from I'm guessin Champs Les Sims, 'kuz of her Frenchified accident, teeveportated me to her world! Not Champs Les Sims, but some other plaz she made up on her ownsome. And let me tell you! It was scary! For real!! I mean, I knowed it was a dream, I think, but it could've been real, doncha know! And that simbot, who kept sayin he was a thingiebot... Well, I think he musta been tellin me a fib, 'kuz Annie told me there's only simbots and simdroids. The rest are all just scrap metal and good to eat! And she should know, 'kuz she's a real, live simdroid bio-enjined by some geeky guys back in Sunset Valley, before it became illegal-like. Anyways, in my dream, this thingiebot, had this talkin cat, named Samkat, that he kept callin, "The Boss." But that can't be right, 'kuz the only Samkat I ever heard about, is that Supreme Empress Goddess of the Universe Samkat, that all them Llama Monkeys yammer on and on about. And she don't have no piktures or models of herself, 'kuz them monkeys of hers, say that that's making a crazy image, and it's against their rules. And I know that's for real, 'kuz I visited one of their monkeries once, and there weren't any piktures in sight! No talkin cats ether!

But there was this Sim outside, who was sellin T-shirts, that he made on his ownsome. He said he had to do it on the “sly,” ‘kuz samkat’s monkeys don’t like his crazy imagers of her.

Anyways, he even had a song about her, that he taught me. Oh! I'll sing it to you, 'kuz I sing real, real good doncha know. I do! And I wrote it down, jist so's I wouldn't fergit it. 'Kuz there are more than one verzhen. Yes, there are! But I like this one the bestest. "Grouchy kitty, crabby kitty, spittin ball of fur. Moody kitty, cranky kitty....Grr, grr, grr!"

Anyway, what was I saying..? Oh yeah! That thingiebot told me his name was Juicy Pinko....or somethin like that. It's hard to member when you're sleepin and argyooing with a mouthy cat and a pile of scrap metal, all at the same time. No lie! That Juicy Bot kept yammerin about beerd ladies. But I didn't see no beers. There was some ladies, but no beers in sight! And his cat kept hissin about hats. Or maybe it was rats? I can't rightly tell you, 'kuz I was busy watchin that thingiebot's mouse-stache wiggle up and down when he talked. I don't know what that was all about! (But you want to know a sekrit? I don't think that mean thingiebot gives his poor kitty any water, 'kuz she had to get some out of the toilet! Which is not as bad as it sounds, 'kuz I seen her flush it first, then purefry it with a kouple bottles of Sandy Whiskey, that I'm guessing she got from over at that ATS3 plaz on-the-line. And she musta liked it real good, 'kuz she jumped up on this top-hat and did a little dance! I thought at first that she mighta had some fleas, 'kuz cats get them, doncha know! But Mr. Juicy said, "The Boss does NOT have fleas!! Master always dances that jig after she's had a few too many!" Whatever that means.

Then right before I waked up, I was wearin this really cool Starzfleas unefarm. And let me tell you, I was h-o-t-t, HOT!!! I even liked my bunny ears, even though Captain Kirk won't let you wear them on his ship. Ain't regularation, doncha know! But they were all festive like, which was good, 'kuz it was Easter. But that crazy cat went off her nut, and started hissin' and spittin' and growlin' all meanlike! (I can see why that Sim made them T-shirts and wroted that song!) Then she snatched my hat offed my head, and ran meowin out of the room! It was konfusical, I can tell you! All I can figyer is, is that kitty thought it was a real rabbit, tryin to eat my head off. And she thought she was savin me. I tried to tell her, it was okay, but I woke up. And I was back here, with no unefarm and no hat. And that's real sad, 'kuz I looked really, really h-o-t-t, Hot! And those Starfleas unefarms cost a lot of simoleons. More'n I got. Plus, you got to order them on-the-line, from a speshel site, and until my komputer is fixed, I'm tough out of luck!

Anyways, I had to do my own remakeable, with the junky kloz I got layin around here. I don't think I did too bad with it, konsiderin I only had those kloz that were in the dresser, to work with. It's not as nice as my dream one, but what can a girl do? I went ahead and cut my hair with this knife I found, 'kuz I don't have a sizzors... Want to know a stranj thing I read, in that "Murder in Pleasantview" book? Seems back in my grandparents' day, they had giant sizzors that the Sims used to run around with! No lie! That's how that murder happened! Guess that's why the Electrojabber-Authority folks stopped makin them. 'Korz, with the prices in their kompany store, I couldn't afford them anyways. Which is why I used that knife, so my hair's kinda choppity looking. But I found this really nice hat that's got this veil, that I can hide behind when I go out, so that's good. No rabbit ears, but it's got this fake flour. Bad news was, the dresser didn't have any pants. Yeah, I thought that was weird too. So's I have to wear this jumper. It's okay, I guess, but I like pants beder, 'kuz they're great for when you have to climb out of windoz and stuff. And let me tell you, I've climbed out lots of windoz so's as not to be stuck with bar tabs and stuff. Oops! Guess I shouldn't be 'mittin that ether....

Anyway, guess I'll go into town and find me a job. Then, after I gets some more simoleons, and read the second chapter in my handy book, maybe I'll be able to get me one of them unefarms. Maybe...

So, I desided to try the diner after all, sinz I ain't got any spearience doing nothin else. I mean, I can pick some locks, but most Sims don't think that's a good skill. I think they might be wrong, 'kuz it's gotten me out of lots of jams, but like Kayana always says, "Every Sim has an 'pinion, just like they all have behinds." I don't really know what that means, but it sounds kinda good, doncha think!

Anyways, I went to the diner, but they're not hirin. So I didn't get that job. But I did meet a bunch of nice Sims, and they invited me to tag along to a new dance dome that's opened up in town.

And guess what! While I was showin them aleeon Sims how to shimmy, in walked Mr. Spock!!!! How cool is that!!! He was argyooin with some Vulcan girl, about needin to go to bed, 'kuz of pony farts. But I didn't care! He was there!

So, I went up to him, all kazual-like, and intredoozed myself all charmin' like, 'kuz I've got three charmin' skills. (I've been sekritly praktesing for this day in front of my bathroom mirror, doncha know!) But he didn't seem too happy to meet me, which is weird, doncha think! Ikspeciality since I told him, we was detained to be married!

But I don't think he beleeved me about gettin hitched, 'kuz he got all cold-like to me. So, I told him how I watched all his TV shows and movies, and knowed all about his 'ventures out in spaz. But he got all weird-like, and told me, he was not some "cheap TV character," and that I'd "better get lost" before he called the Peekeepers.

That's when I desided to show him I wasn't "just some crazy fan-girl" - like he 'cused me of bein - but his one and only truelove. So's I whipped out some flours I had in my sekrit pocket, and I tried to give them to him. To seal the deal, doncha know! (Want to know a sekrit? At first I was goin to just give him the engager ring I got for him, but what with him thinkin I wasn't seereaz, I desided to try the red rosies first. Do you think maybe, I made a booboo?)

Well, he got all nasty-like, and started yammerin bout his pony farts again, and that he already had a mate. So, I told him, I didn't care that he had a fartin pony. I came there to marry him, not his pony! And iffn his shipmate was so portant to him, she was sertainly welkomed to come to our weeding.

Well, that really set him off, I can tell you! He started turnin all green-like and said some nasty words about my telligents. Which got me mad. I mean, I know I'm not as smart as a Vulcan, but I'm not stoopid. I got that one logikgal point, after all. So's I told him he wasn't such a smartypants if he couldn't see his truelove, when she was standin there right in front of him. That really got him mad, I can tell you! He clenched his fists and everythin! "How many times, must I tell you, I already have a mate, you idiot?!! And for the last time, it's PON FARR! Not pony farts!"