Oh gawd. Here comes another one. This one's name is Emily Rodick. Or is that Rodiek?
Kiss-kiss. Make nice. And send her on her way. Geez ... I don't think I can take much more of this. I either have to find a job soon, or I gotta find a woman to live with me. I don't care if I love her or she loves me. Just as long as she's around to keep away the rest of the vultures!
Yeah. Now this is nice. Just shaking my bon-bon in the relative privacy of my own home.
The rest of the world does not exist. I am not lonely. I don't care that my bills are piling up and I still don't have a job. And there are moons around other planets that look like plumbbobs. Oh ... wait. There are. Meh ...
So I was outside working in my garden (I don't have a job, so I gotta work at something to keep my mind occupied) when the most interesting individual sauntered past. As if a fire had been lit beneath me, I was standing in front of him faster than he (or I) could blink.
Joseph: Hey! Uhh ... you're green!
Green Man: Yeah. I get that a lot.
Turns out he was on a diplomatic mission to Alderon ... err ... wait. No. Heh. He's an alien ... decided to hop around the cosmos looking for a new planet to inhabit and he decided on this one. His name's John Doe. Wouldn't it be funny if my name was Joe Schmoe?
He and I sat down on my lawn (it's actually quite soft and springy ... very comfortable to sit on) talking about this ...
... and talking about that. Truthfully, he wanted to know how many women I'd kissed since coming to Belladonna Cove (Mark II).
Apparently there was a shortage of men (and quite the surplus of women), and he'd had his fair share of tonsil hockey. His words reminded me that I am not a man-slut ... and that the women in this town were hormonal. I was so relieved!
When he brought up the subject of music, I don't know what came over me!
I jumped up from my grassy seat and started playing air guirtar ... expounding to him the fantastic time I had recently playing the DJ at the Crypt O' Night club downtown.
And I told him how the beat of the music could just make my heart pound .... how the guitar riffs could send tingles of pleasure up and down my spine. Music was AMBROSIA to me!
Surprisingly enough, this was not off-putting for him. Later, I would be mortified at my behavior, but John must have seen something positive in it, because ...
... he offered me a JOB! There was no way on this SimEarth that I would refuse a job that was NOT entry level. Nor did I particularly care that I had absolutely no interest in being a doctor. I needed the money! I could work on becoming a Prestidigitator later on. I bet you didn't know that about me, did you? Hence my interest in Frances McCullough - Evil Witch Extraordinaire. Feeling high on life I went for a little walk after John left.
Retracing my steps turned out to be a good thing.
(Sorry that I don't have a shot of the screenshot after that ... I missed.)
My high didn't last long though. For a while now, I've noticed that my trashcan keeps getting knocked over. I thought it was the wind ... or a hungry stray. I was wrong.
It seems this LOSER likes to run around town knocking over peoples' trashcans ... just because "... it's FUN ..." he says!! BAH!
Joseph: I'll show you "FUN" if you ever show your pathetic face on my lawn again you F^%$ing B@$%!rd!! Just TRY IT!! Yeah! You BETTER run! *grumbles*
So ... my carpool will arrive very soon. It's my first day on the job. I'm nervous, but also excited. I'm now part of the work force! I'll be pulling in a paycheck (daily, according to John Doe). Goodbye unpaid bills! So to relax my nerves, I decided to tend my garden. Some of my tomatoes are ready to be harvested ... and they didn't turn out half bad. Some are actually TASTY! I've really gotten quite good at this gardening thing.
*(sigh)* It seems I can't get away from hormonal women ... even at work. This one followed me home. I don't even know her name.
She grabbed me and kissed me. What was I supposed to do? I'm not a violent kind of guy ... I don't think. *(sigh)*
Winter's coming. And I haven't even harvested the rest of my garden yet. I rushed outside as soon as I saw the fluffy white flakes start to fall through my tiny windows. Thankfully - the rest of the tomatoes looked okay.
I was really glad about that, because I didn't think this snow was going to do them any good. All in all, I think I had a pretty good tomato harvest this year. I wonder what sorts of things I'll be able to plant in the spring.
I've decided to keep a blog. I'm not sure what I'm going to put in it yet ... but it might be interesting. Lots of people are doing it now. And who knows ... even though I'm quite certain my memories of my previous life will never return, maybe someone I used to know will see my blog and try to contact me. Worth a try, right? Granted ... do I want someone from that life contacting me? "CotM" said I wasn't a nice guy. Hmm ...
One thing I am happy about - being gainfully employed and all (even if it isn't my dream job), is that the money I'm making now makes it possible for me to decorate the interior of my home. Look! Tile walls for the bathroom, white stucco for the kitchen (though you can't see the kitchen walls), wood paneling for the living room and wallpaper for the bedroom!
I'm proud of my little house ... although, it's not really little when there's only one person in it. I have a job. I have a paycheck. But I'm still lonely. Maybe I'll make a concerted effort to meet someone someday ... like tomorrow. Maybe.