We're All Mad Here

There I was, smooching the man of my dreams.

And then here I was, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a nosey animated doll wanting to know if we could talk.

The space-time continuum might be against me, but I was not going to give up! I ran over to William’s house as fast as my legs would carry me.

I knocked at the door, again, and he opened it.

He was just so hot.

“Hey, babe!” he said. “You’re hot! Call me sometime!”

And then he got into his car and headed off somewhere.

What IS it with the universe?

I tried to follow him.

But his car was too fast, and I was left behind.

I pulled his mobile number when I hacked the city records, and I already had it on speed dial on my phone.

“Look, chick,” he said. “I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m *busy*. Get it? If you want a good time, drop by later.”

So I had to go home, empty-handed and kissless.

This stinks.

At home, Bungle was still giving me a hard time. Mama was at work.

And the cats were judging me, I just know it.

Especially Peanut. He thinks he has life all figured out just because he has five kittens, eh?

Mum spent hours playing with her dollhouse. That made me feel better. She might have cleaned the house, but she’s still my Mum.

I tried to kill time by sending William hot text messages.

Finally Mum saw how frustrated and keyed up I was and distracted me with a good game of hackysack. I give my mum a hard time, but sometimes she can be a lot of help.

After that, I was able to calm down and take a short nap. Even with Bungle hovering over me. I know he worries, but he really just needs to chill out.

It was now after dark, and it seemed like there was a good chance that William would be home for dinner.

I headed over to his place and found exactly what I wasn’t interested in seeing.

“Uh, hey, William Pierce. I saw you this morning. I was hoping we could get some time to talk.”

William gave me an appraising look.

“Talk is a four-letter word ending in K. We can do that any time, babe.”

I am really going to have to whip this boy into shape.

But he was just so hot. How could I not do it?

So I pulled out my flowers.

And after that, it was deja vu all over again.

William’s girlfriend was, if anything, even more annoyed. I don’t think she was surprised, mind you. Just annoyed.

William may be a dirtbag, but he is an amazing kisser.

“What do you think about heading over to my place?” I asked when I could catch my breath. “I thought maybe we could continue someplace more private.”

William rewarded me with a hungry leer. “I’ll follow your privates anywhere, babe.”

So we left the old girlfriend behind and headed home.

And there we really got down to business.

I totally had my way with him. And he totally made it worth my while.

“Whoa, babe,” he said when he could make words again. “You are so incredibly hot! And great in the shower! We have got to do this again.

“Whelp! Now I have to go to work. I’ll never forget how alive you’ve made me feel. And since I’m actually not alive, that’s pretty good!”

Then he got into his fast, sexy, overcompensating car and sped away.

How can a man be so easy to get and still so hard to get at the same time??

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Still no fails! Generation 2 starting well!

I’m trying to post as fast as I can!

I got no place to put this, story-wise, but here’s a picture of Deanne’s daughter Rosie. She has a lot of Carmella Hai in her face, who I think is a very interesting-looking sim. Not that those features look terribly good on a toddler. I can’t wait to see what she’s like when she grows up!