hope 08.13.00

I know, I know, it's old hat now.
But, ya see, I'm po' and I have to wait for the library to buy things like the Sims before I get to play too. They finally did and I can. So there.
Nick has been obsessed, I installed it at 4pm on Friday and didn't get to sit down here until about the same time on Saturday.

I finally did though...and as you can imagine, had issues.

There's the hair pulling frustration of waiting for it to switch between "modes" so realizing that you've accidentally forgotten to buy a phone once you've left Buy Mode and gone to Live Mode.....BEOTCH. There's also the Em Has No Idea What The Hell She's Doing factor.....so when Mortimer Goth is ringing the doorbell Em is clicking frantically, everywhere, trying to get someone to answer it.....until he walks away. He doesn't respond well to casual phone calls after that. Meeting folks....Jebus..that just involves a lot of arm waving and bad feelings and general chaos as Emily clicks everywhere......Buh...let's just take a look at how my foray into this special little world went, shall we?.........

Emilisha

Jaliqua

Moshelle

This is the little family I created for myself.
The Bodiffi family (sounds like soda-pie, you know, all Frenchified 'n shit....)
I know that many of you know how this works, but you get to choose the levels of things such as Niceness and Neatness for them....I tried to make us all relatively normal, though did make Emilisha a big slob.
Somewhere along the line though, Sims must acquire personality traits based on experinces or somethin'....I don't know WHAT I did to make Moshelle so mean.

Wait...I guess I should start at the beginning....I made this family, bought a plot of land and created a big, bodiffusly beautiful house for us. Spent all of our money....so the gals walked around starving and passing out. No money for appliances, furniture or food....(I also had not yet figured out there were settings for the snapshots so they wouldn't look all fuzzy....) This is the only picture from my first attempt.

Woah..that's kind of dark.
That's Jaliqua watching t.v. as Emilisha attempts to get up off the floor. Moshelle is passed out in the yard by the sidewalk, and the newspaper sits, unread...no jobs for these girls...they're starving and can only go a few steps without passing out.
In short, it was a major failure.

So...I made a plan.
I created our...well, I wouldn't call him a sugar daddy, as he didn't really give us anything willingly, but....
A man named Lyle Luv moved into the neighborhood, took his $20,000 (they all start out with that) bought a plot of riverfront property and built a house spending all of his money.

The Bodiffi family miraculously reappeared (I had to delete them and then recreate them), evicted Lyle, bought his house...and used the remaining money to furnish it. Now...in retrospect, I'm not sure that this plan was much better than just starting over, because buying the house we evicted Lyle from might have ended up costing as much as taking out starting $20,000 and building a smaller, less fancy (no courtyard) house than we had before.
BUH..dain bamage.

ANYWAY....The girls were back, in the confiscated house....
The Goth's, Bella and Mortimer, immediately stopped by. In hindsight....I'm not sure that it was a great idea to tease them and have Jaliqua kick them out. At the time, I was annoyed at how "at home" they seemed in the house, I mean, being strangers and all....but.....I'm thinking that this led to the prediciment we later found ourselves in...the one where no one ever, ever visited. Well..it' might've had something to do with Moshelle's attitude but....more on that later.

I found myself confused about the amount of control these creatures actually needed from me. They seemed to do okay on their own in many ways as long as I provided them some essentials....yes, every once in a while one would turn to me (much like the Big Brother cast looks up and talks to the cameras) and beg for food or entertainment, but generally, they did okay.
So..what I didn't get, was the incontinence. I mean, Jaliqua had it bad.
She pissed EVERYWHERE....she never, not once, got herself to the bathroom, whereas Moshelle would often go repeatedly on her own to the toilet (though she had her share of accidents too).

Jaliqua peed the first day, right in front of the shower....it stayed there a surprisingly long time. This is Emilisha fresh from the shower. She just got dressed while standing in the puddle.

Here J is....she probably just took a bag of trash out. The kitchen was pretty horrible (I think I might have set Moshelle's neatness factor pretty low too) and once in a while Jaliqua would sigh heavily and drag a bag out to the curb.

Another Jaliqua puddle.

Moshelle was guilty of it herself once in a while, here she pees in the yard in her pajamas

She then passed out...that's something she did a LOT. Moshelle could never, ever get enough sleep and didn't seem capable of getting her own ass to bed.

Moshelle wore her pajamas, almost constantly, I mean, why not when you are down for the count so much of the time. In this case though, it's Emilisha who has passed out. Moshelle has peed again and is too stupid to get in the pool with Emilisha blocking the ladder.

Here is Emilisha...passed out before Moshelle came along and peed and found herself unable to get in the pool.

Emilisha finally woke up and left, but not before Moshelle passed out from waiting to get in the pool.

Here Moshelle is passed out again...by the pool again..different day...different puddle of pee....not sure whose.

Moshelle passed out in the street once after following Emilisha out there to beat her up. Emilisha's carpool ride arrived...a cop car I guess, though Emilisha was just a security guard...

I let her lie there to see what would happen when the car started to pull away. It got to her feet and beeped at her for so long that I finally woke her up, I couldn't stand it.

Once again, you get the point.
My girls were stoopid. They pissed, they passed out in the street. You wouldn't believe what the kitchen looked like....

This might have had a little to do with where Emilisha put her plate after meals. Yes, that is Moshelle passed out in the garbage why do you ask???
	Once in a BLUE MOON someone would clean something up. In this case, Moshelle. Look!! She's even managed to get dressed!!

As you experienced Sims players can well imagine...we had some fires.

	Emilisha started this one trying to use the microwave.
	Moshelle came along and was absolutely no help at all.
	While Emilisha went to call the fire dept. Moshelle just panicked as the fire spread, threatening their food processor and their coffee pot. Personally, I think they should have taken advantage of the fire and thrown some trash on it.
	Look at the attitude Miss Em has the nerve to dish out to the fireman who's come to help.
	Moshelle had finally fallen asleep standing there, all that helpin' out must've tired her. I know she was asleep because if I clicked on her it gave me one option....to have her "wake up".....

My girls had no friends. I thought that it was cute in the beginning to do a lot of slapping and teasing and they payed the price later. Well, that's not entirely true...I only had them slap or tease once or twice, though I did have them "scare" each other a few times because it was so funny.
In the end...this led to some serious animosity among the sistahs and a severe attitude on Moshelle.
It didn't help that the bitches were calling people at three a.m. Helps to check the time first. Once or twice though, it had to have been word on the street that kept people away. Often one of the gals would call someone they'd never met only to have them say "Count me out!"
I must admit though, I'm not sure they needed the friends the neighborhood had to offer, what with Mortiner Goth taking a shit almost every time he came over and coming into the bathroom to do it while Emilisha was in the shower...

Moshelle was too much......it didn't help that she steadfastly refused to get a job..saying "No way!" and shaking her head when I asked her to find a job...

She was just cruel...



			There was serious, serious dislike goin' on among the sistahs....
		Heh..well, who needed him anyway.... takin' a dump in our bathroom....ass.
		This was when Moshelle followed Emilisha outside. She was going out, on her own business...and Moshelle came out after her and started wailin' on her. M then passed out.....and the carpool car pulled up.....you saw all that...

So let's check Moshelle out....look at her friendship meter dealie...

Hmmm..that would be a what??? -36 with Jaliqua....-76 with Emilisha..as I read those meters...I'm not sure how they really read...but I know the girls ain't friends...

So I was talking to Jules on the phone...telling her how much of a pain in the ass Moshelle had turned out to be and wondering if there was a way to kill her off or evict her or something..I tried making her go swimming when she was tired in the hopes she'd fall asleep in the pool...no luck...

She was gettin' on my nerves....

I needen't have worried for long..

	This time it was Moshelle who started the fire. She was using the toaster oven. Emilisha runs to um....help her panic.		Here comes the maid...doesn't know what she's in for.
	I kept trying to get Emilisha to call the fire dept but she wouldn't. It was pissing me off....suddenly, a message appears that "Moshelle has died"....that little bit of purple there is her burning up...strangely enough, she seemed to be wearing her "street clothes" as she died, not her pajamas..		Emilisha refused to make the phone call and died screaming...though her face seems strangely stoic...
	The maid kept cleaning. I had no control over her. Judging by her actions..I'm not sure she'd have called for help, even if I could have told her to.		She quit working and stood there....
	And stood there...until this happened and she eventually disappeared. I didn't get the "has died" message, but she was a goner.		Where has Jaliqua been all this time?? At her job as a daredevil...she finally arrived home (too late) and made the necessary phonecall.

The fire had pretty much burned itself out by then.		She's a lotta help. There are the urns...Moshelle on the left there, Emilisha on the right.
I think this means she is lonely. Though why she'd be lonely for those bitches is beyond me.	Jaliqua mourns Moshelle.
Then Emilisha		Well her mourning lasted all of two minutes before she was begging me to provide her with some kind of entertainment...
	Or food...apparently.... Neegroooo..I don't think so.

So..that was my first attempt at managing the lives of others...heh...oh well...they were a bunch of grumpy, lazy, nasty sistahs...pretty much worthless..
I've decided to give Jaliqua a go livin' on her own..though I have sneaking suspicion that, much like a soap opera....the girls may return someday.
Jaliqua better hope they didn't see that ridiculous display she called "mourning".

	The second fire Em started...this time, the stove. Moshelle (note pajamas...always with the pajamas) once again helping out.
	Help always seemed slow in coming. Moshelle continued to do nothing as the fire grew.