#well anyway i say i’m not a twilighter but i did buy a red pickup because it reminded me of bella’s

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[samkat10423]

LTW Challenge - Bebe Hart - 02-21-2014, 04:55 AM

Bebe has finally completed her LTW. It took more time moving her from town to town, than actually completing this LTW. But she was fun to play. And no, she never did wise up. Am seeing a hitman in her future. She's just that good at making friends. Anyway, here's what happened to her in Bridgeport:

Got up bright and early and whipped out those two articles. Piece. Of. Cake. I'm just that good! Then, since I'm a little short on cash - damn Origin-usage taxes came due again! And, are higher than ever! - I opted to forgo the taxi - again, what's with these super-high fees? - and ride a bicycle to work instead. Thank the simgods my stupid neighbor left his outside, free for the taking. (After I cut through the chain, that is!)

Met a sim out in front of S....'s Business Complex - couldn't read the first part, since someone damaged the sign - attempting to stage a demonstration against some fatcat named Pete or Steve or something equally forgettable. The guy didn't have a clue as to what he was doing, so I graciously showed him how. And sims say I’m not a people-person! Whatever!

Anyway, later in the day, I learned through the grapevine that a certain new reporter is slated to be canned. Seems the twit turned in several negative reviews. And was even seen taking part in a protest against some big-shot in the community. On their very first day on the job! Which would be okay, except the venues are big - as in BIG - supporters of the paper. A couple are even owned by the same corporation - Steve's - that owns the paper. What a dweeb! Biting the hand that feeds you is NOT smart! But some sims never learn. I guess  that old adage is true. You can’t fix stupid!

On another note, I decided to show my new boss that I am a go-getter. So I took the initiative, and reviewed the restaurant here in the Business Complex. Word of advice, Steve. Stick to business, 'cause you sure can't cook.

Anyway, after work, I decided to check out that Plasma club. Overheard some sims yakking at work about it, and apparently this is where all the 'vampires' hang out. Can you say, "Someone's watched Twilight one too many times?" Vampires! Yeah, whatever! Closest thing to a vampire, was the fake Goth girl working the bar. Would have been more believable if she didn't 'sparkle' all over the place. Girl really needs to rethink her body lotion. And maybe get a new tattoo artist. The "V" thing on the neck - soooo lame.

About as lame as the creep who kept giving me the 'evil' eye - as in fake, red contacts. What a loser! Trying to pass himself off as ‘vampire.’ Oooooo! So scary! Still, it'll make a good article. Can see the headline now: "Plasma 501: Even Vampires Aren't Caught Dead Here." 

On the way out, two really creepy sims, kept giving me the eye. What's with this town with all these losers? The dorky, old fart in the cheap, red-velvet lounging jacket insisted that he was Alan Stanley, and offered to take me somewhere to buy me a drink. Well, HELLOOO! stupid! I'm leaving a bar! Time to get a better pickup line. Or change your meds.

Got called into HR today, and was told management had decided to steer my career in a different direction. So no more reporting. No, now I'm stuck behind a desk doing editing. They say it's a promotion, but I think some of the other reporters are jealous, because I set the bar soooo high, and they can't compete. So they went whining to management. Boohoo!

Anyway, I'm stuck here for the foreseeable future. But all is not lost. I can always sneak in a few of my articles, when no one's looking. Good thing about being an editor. You get to catch up on your reading. And pick and chose who's articles get printed. Today I slipped in my review of Alan Stanley's latest flop, starring has-been Matt Hamming and Botox queen Emmy Starr. 5-star flick my foot.

On another note, I got an email today, offering me a new position in a town out West. Not sure I want to relocate so soon. After all, working in Bridgeport has always been my dream. But it's a good idea to have a backup plan. Besides, I've noticed this city isn't as welcoming as I thought it would be. I was supposed to have lunch today, here in the building, with some of my coworkers, but the bimbo at the door refused to let me in. In front of my boss and several senior staff! Not only that, but when my secretary tried to make some reservations for me around town, he was informed that I'm no longer welcome on their premises. They are sooooo going to regret it! Think my previous reviews were bad? Wait 'til you read my new ones!

Well, it's official. The owners of the Bridgeport News are as stupid as the morons running The Sims Daily in Tickpaws - who, by the way, are demanding a retraction on behalf of their lame sports team. Instead of my boss telling TSD to, "bite me," - as I did, when the TSD mayor's office called me earlier today - these fools fired me! ME!!!!  Bebe Hart. The old bat -aka: Mrs. Steve - said their advertising revenues have taken a big hit, ever since I came to town. And apparently legal is throwing a hissy fit, because of 1) the TSD issue, 2) a minor lawsuit from the local "vampire" community (Yeah. Get real sims. Vampires? Whatever.) and 3) a multi-million simoleon, defamation of character lawsuit filed by Plumbob Studios on behalf of Emmy Starr and Matt Hamming. Only one not complaining is Alan Stanley. Seems his movie has set new box-office records ever since my review came out. Which doesn't say much for the intelligence of Bridgeport sims. But hey! If they want to throw away their hard-earned simoleons on a crapola flick, so not my problem. Plus, the old biddy said my review of her sainted husband's restaurant has vilified his memory. Better his memory than my taste-buds. So, again, WHATEVER!

Anyway, good thing I have that backup plan. Good-bye Bridgeport. Time to move on to greener pastures!