No, You Can't.

No, Suiying. You can't have The Sims 3. I don't care how long you've been waiting for the damn game, you can't have it. No. No you can't. Because your Acer can't run it, that's why. It almost crashed with AOE and you think it can take Sims3? Besides, it's 50 bucks for an original and the P2P leak is missing an entire city. I said no! And I don't care that it has an integrated neighbourhood and you can ring-and-run your neighbour's doorbell. And I don't care that you can customize the hair colour from the root to the tip and that you can give them fluorescent green highlights or whatever colour there is on the palette. No, I don't care that any hot neighbour you make your Sim date can grow up and go to college with you. Fuck you. So what if the release is tomorrow? You have class. No you cannot go and buy an XPS just to play, goddammit. Dad will kill you. No! There is no Sim-orgy in heaven! No! I do not want to find out if they made the sex scenes more explicit! And I don't care if you want your Sim to do that Titanic nude painting scene. You can do that in Sims 2 already. No the graphics won't be better! You are impossible. Stop trying to find new places for your Sims to have sex! God! And stop dreaming about that hunk you're about to create. He's not real. Yes there are better-looking guys than your hunk. Yes there is. Yes there is. Cloud from Final Fantasy. Oh great, now you want to make a Cloud and have your guy beat him up? Great. Oh, very funny, huh, Cloud taking a dump? Right. Very mature. Shut up. Get over it. So what if you have a design for a log cabin? You can't live there. No, you can't name the family baby Abraham Lincoln. Because it's stupid. No one puts beards and top hats on babies. NO! Get the fuck off me! I said no! You cannot make Yu Chen! No you cannot make Kai Jun.....oooh Kathy will kill you. Stop it! Yes I know the graphics are freaking awesome and the additions are fun and your life sucks and this is how you deal with your neuroses and you are living your life the way you actually want to and the humans here are hotter and life's simpler and you can cheat a few grand in a blink of an eye. But it's not your life. So get over it. Besides, your laptop just can't support it. Alright alright. Go spam your own blog with pictures. It's your blog anyway. Now stop foaming at the mouth about your beloved Sims. Videos too? Dream job, eh? Get your programming in order before you even think about working there.

Gah. Uploading images onto Blogger is hell. This is as large as a file upload can go. And image URLs come out way too large. Forgive me. And forgive my nonsensical posts of late concerning issues that are really really trivial. I think I am trying to fend off depression because I think I have a few personal issues I am currently refusing to acknowledge. Still trying not to think of them. This is how I cope. Shoot me. I like being stuck in the denial phase because it means I won't make the situation any worse. I seem to have a knack of hurting people. I do this, people get hurt. I do that, people get hurt. I do nothing, people get hurt. Wtf. And sometimes I don't even know I hurt someone until it hits me in the face in the middle of the night after its too late to make it right. The hell. Then when I start feeling remorse, my darn brain will start saying stuff like "Why emo? It's not like they know if you do. When you see them again, you'll just go on pretending everything's alright anyway. Why waste time being emo? They won't think you care anyway." Blah. Then I feel double-guilty. Then I realize I'm wasting my own time anyway so I might as well do whatever the hell I want with my life and screw all the hurt people because, hell, they already assume I don't care anyway. Gah. Then I start realizing that they really don't care and no one's emo-ing over this except me. And I'll start that self-debate about my importance in my own life and start feeling really crappy and useless and godforsaken. And then I'll tell myself that the reason I'm so useless is because I always act like I don't care. And then I start caring, and I'll get all emo and my darn brain will start the cycle all over again. Wow. My thought processes summed up in a few sentences. Amazing how complicated you are, suiying. I wonder why some people think you're so goddamn complicated. Bah. Screw all this. I want Sims 3. I want my own world.

Note: the 'them' I talk of may or may not refer to a group of individuals. May be an individual, may not. Point is, you're not supposed to know. Or I would have written the name(s) already. What? Shoot me. Some people get real touchy real easy. There. By typing that sentence I may or may not have insulted a few people I may or may not care about. Amazing.