


ok, so im like not a writer, or even a speller, but that mean-assed natalie said i had to do a blog. who cares if all the other kids are doing it?
so lets see. this week, i got a dress named after me, my very own evil genius trading card, and we all suffered through thousands of terrible 300 jokes. thanks for the dress marleen. thanks for the card mischief. i dont have any good pics of dt to post, so you just have to live with what ever i feel like posting. like pics of me(see photo).
prim and prim. "prim" prim (prim), PRIM: prim prim *prim*. prim? thats all anyone talks about these days. its really cramping my style as an ace prim hog. i guess though, the project never really gets exciting and dangerous until the prims run out. so weve been trying to do a lot of cleaning up and oh... its boring even writing about it. you get the idea. we did test the new deprimed roads carefully. nat insulted my driving, though i dont know why (see photo). TONIGHT, WE DE-PRIM IN HELL! (reference bad 300 jokes, above)
...and we did get some work done too. abbey, nat and i made an excellent diner. no pics of that. you will have to be surprised. its very nice, trust me. abbey did some lovely subway graffitti, and some great old faded ads on the buildings. the brownstones have changed builders again to um.... everyone. they are the last buildings left to do so we are just gonna have to buckle down get those things done. push got some quality linden bashing time in while treeing the park. why cant you pick what tree, anyway?
after the brownstones, we are down to finishing touches. signage for the subway, the laundrymat, the club... the usual crossing the blahhs, and dotting the whatevers.
groovie. we are in the home stretch and this sim looks fucking amazing. there, i said it. i cant wait to get this place open and inflict the fruits of our labor on the world at large. see yah.