We bought a badass desktop and I played Sims all this past holiday weekend. Like the whole time. I haven’t played Sims that much in…it’s been so long I can’t remember the last time.
One of the coolest things? I was able to play with all of the expansions and stuff packs except for Showtime, Fast Lane Stuff, Outdoor Living Stuff and obviously without Sweet Treats and Diesel Stuff. [None of those have inspired me to shell out cash for them.]
You’d think I would have focused on each expansion for a bit. Maybe head to Champs Les Sims and get it on with a dude over there and then come back to my house in Appaloosa Plains and raise my illegitimate simlets right after I adopt a dog, cat, horse and maybe a box turtle but definitely not a parrot–they’re damn loud. And I would get a job as a ghost hunter. Maybe.
Instead of all of that awesomeness, I spent Friday thru Tuesday playing Pets.
Because of Pets, I spent way too much time confusing myself with the bloodlines of my horses since I didn’t want to breed cousins–even though that’s somewhat common in real life–cause it makes me feel icky. At some point I cheated one of my horses into being a unicorn–she didn’t have a horn–and she was a huge whore and I ended up with like five foals by her and they ALL ended up being unicorns.
Unicorns won’t let themselves be sold. SONOFA…
So I released all of their little unicorn asses into the wild and then stomped my foot a lot because the door made it so I could’t move. I mean my SIM couldn’t move.