Sims 2, oh, how I have a love-hate relationship with you. I can’t afford to be apart with you, not to be with you at least everyday, but I know that it would only lead to my own destruction.

That sounds like the start of a shitty monologue in an equally shitty romance novel.

But it’s somewhat true. That game is way too addicting. You see, the reason that it’s so addicting is because I have my own characters for my own story, and I made Sims 2 characters for them too. Then I crack up every time they make out or “Woohoo” (which is their way of saying “having sex”).

Also, the aftermath of playing it for so long makes me think about how I’ve been wasting my life. I need to be doing something more important than what I’ve been doing. Surfing the internet, making icons, drawing without aiming to be an illustrator (writing in blogs…), lying around, etc. My life sounds so pathetic, but there’s only a few people that I’d be willing to be with, see.

Enough about that.

The extremely good news is that my parents bought me a graphic tablet! But they have a discount for students, so instead of getting my small Bamboo Fun for $125, I got it for $106, which isn’t that bad of a deal. I didn’t bring my student card, so my father called one of his workers (a college student) to sign the guarantee stuff.

It’s surprisingly hard to control; but I guess with a little practice talent will come naturally.