It's not awkward in the sense of the things I'm saying are awkward. They're just sounding awkward because I can't get things out correctly. I'm not sure why. All I'm saying is that my new monitor is huge, so my Sims are huge as well.
(And well, that my parents say that Northampton is a doable road trip, and that I'm getting a car soon, and a license soon after, so...)
*snort*
First, *tweaks your nose*
Second, if you want to read the whole story, here. If you just want the stories surrounding her, here. Just letting you know that Sims stories make use of both images and words to tell a story, so you might be sitting there waiting for each page to load. You might want to wait until you get back to college to read them.
It's okay. I was punished for inflicting that pain on you with a Ash/Pikachu fic that scarred me. It was just...gah.
I always ignore it whenever it comes into my section. I am a rebel with an odd cause.
Would you like me to forward you the PM I received from the author? It made me think that we either need a PFF&P drinking game, or for the minors, a bingo game.
You're not the only one. Every couple of months, some poor soul wanders onto Hatrack and says that Card must really hate families, because he rarely writes about a family having happy fun times. All of Card's bootlickers say that AN AUTHOR'S PERSONAL VIEWS DO NOT AFFECT HIS WRITING. So...I dunno.
Which is a funny thing to think about if you're talking about John Paul and Theresa, or Andy and Angel.
(Speaking of the latter two: The family still doesn't have much money. There's still only three lights for the entire house. The second floor bedrooms don't have floors or walls. The three kids only have sliding down the stairs, shoving their heads through furniture, and getting stalked by some random person for fun things to do. And, since Angel has nothing to do, I hacked Andy pregnant for the lulz. I would have hacked Angel pregnant, but I'm still not ready to see him like that. After Andy got pregnant, I sent him outside in the freezing cold weather until he nearly starved to death and peed his pants. I think that's why he glared at me.
(Also, I think one of the reasons Val weirds me out is because she is a female clone of her brother Orson. She would look better if she was a man. I think the new versions of Andy and Angel are just too manly.)
Well, at least you'll know when I show up in Northampton for pizza. I'll be the one badly singing "Don't Stop Believin'" or "We Didn't Start The Fire", which I know most of the words to.
You just want to see me in spandex.
It really didn't have much strawberry daiquiri flavor to it. It might taste better garnished with you.
Edit: Also, I was juggling chainsaws, and cut my legs off. Should I call an ambulance? Or ask a Pokemon forum what to do?????