Why Must Sims Crash After 17 Hours Of Building? Why Does My Adhd Not Remind Me To Save? I'm Not Crying.

why must sims crash after 17 hours of building? why does my adhd not remind me to save? i'm not crying. you're crying.

as the sun crested over the horizon directly behind the old blue tinted canvas tent which wasn't quite comfortable enough to call home, fairuza finally roused herself from the ache-inducing palette of blankets with enough time before the first day of school to clean up. it wasn't the most fruitful effort considering there was no shower or sink. (a toilet desperately needed to be her first order of business.)

the spigot worked well enough to cleanse the face and brush the teeth, but body hygiene felt lacking. fairuza made her way down the embankment to the river that ran through the old mill and past tiny town. a little morning dip was the perfect way to feel a modicum more clean. the cool, crisp water woke every sense and left the mind feeling focused and ready to take on a new challenge.

It’s her life 🧡

A Second Meeting

Elizabeth really didn't want to be here. But her roommate had begged so here she was trying to dodge drunken advances from overzealous college boys, trying in vain to spot her roommate, Clara, to tell her she was going home. She couldn't see her anywhere, probably hiding in some dark corner with her boyfriend. Just as she decided it was a lost cause, she spotted someone she did recognise. A tall and handsome someone, leaning casually in a doorway drinking a beer. He noticed her at the same time she noticed him and raised his bottle in greeting. "Are you following me?" Elizabeth asked in a teasing tone once she had made her way over to him. He chuckled, "Of course not". Then, "Maybe you're the one following me". "This is my roommate's boyfriends party". She offered as explanation and accepted the beer he passed her. "Ah well, your roommate's boyfriend happens to be my best mate". He clinked the top of his bottle against hers then took a deep drink. She took a drink of her own trying not to notice the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he drank. Instead she raised her eyebrows at him, "Thirsty?" "Very, its been a long day. Its lambing season". "Lambing season?" Elizabeth said in surprise. "Oh ... I thought you attended this University". Joseph shook his head, "Nah, I'm not really academically minded, I work on a farm. I much prefer working with my hands". At this Elizabeth looked at his hands. His big, strong, capable looking hands and couldn't help but wonder just how good with them he was. She took a deep drink of her own.

beach cottages my beloved 🤒

this school was much smaller than the one fairuza left in the city. maybe in a classroom of this size, she would actually be able to learn a few people's names. her grades had never been stellar, but who could expect straight a's when any and all questions were consistently drowned out by the dull roar of a mildly apathetic student body? everyone got lost in the mix. even a bright kid could stumble while trying to read a textbook alone.