An Extra Silly Post

I live in Bridgeport. I'm an ugly Sim. Yup. It's the truth. I can accept it. I don't like it. But I accept it. My name's ugly too. It's Nubby Tubby. Ridiculous right? Yeah, I think so. If I ever get lucky enough for someone to marry me I'm totally taking his last name. I want to be a professional writer because let's face it, this face isn't going to do well in any profession where I need to constantly be around people.

I take the subway to the library because I don't have a car. I didn't check to see if my new apartment had a computer, but I doubt that it does. Once I get off the subway, I still have to take a taxi before I arrive at the library. At least the transportation's free. When I finally get there, I spot some computers over to the left. Perfect. Now I can get started writing.

I feel so fat right now. I barely fit in this small chair. Oh well, at least the computer works and the cubicle walls are just as loud as my shirt. I know being skinny isn't everything, but it would be nice not to feel like I might break any piece of furniture I sit on. I don't know why I don't have any hair, but it seriously just doesn't grow. This doesn't help the fact that I feel like my ears stick out for several miles.

I also want to take a class in writing, but I don't have a whole lot of money now. I've heard classes here are expensive. Maybe I should wait on that. There's no one else in the library and that's perfect for me because I'm totally a loner. You can guess why. Most Sims run away when they see me. I don't blame them, I'd probably run away from me too.

"AAAAH! AAAH!"

I hear screaming behind me and try to ignore it. It's usually directed towards me. It's ironic that I was just telling you about that when it happened. Even though I don't look at the person who screamed, I can see her in my peripheral vision as she walks past the cubicle I'm in. It's no wonder she screamed, she looks like this. Everything I want to look like. Normal. I know she's staring at me as she walks by.

I finish practicing my writing skill for now and decide I'm interested in learning some logic. I don't bother to check the library for chess tables because that mean girl is there, as well as too many other people. Too many, being three. BLECH. I hate stairs. I may have moved to the wrong city since I hate stairs. There are stairs everywhere in Bridgeport. Oh well. I wanted to have a change of pace, so maybe the stairs and I will develop a nice friendship later on in my life.

Parks have chess tables, right? It's worth a shot. After checking out two parks, I'm tired. One of the parks even had double sets of stairs leading to it. No chess tables. I decide to just go home and buy a chess table. I've gotten enough exercise for today. Plus, I still have to face the stairs leading to my apartment building.

I get off the subway, which thankfully is close to my apartment. I am also thankful for elevators. Very thankful. My knees are killing me. A lot. I can't wait to sit down again. Chess table here I come!

This is my small apartment. It's sort of an efficiency since everything is in one big room. The door on the right is the front door. I stare out the window for a while. Although it's small, it's got a killer view.

The door on the left is the bathroom.

I wondered where the hell I was going to put a chess table. I finally decided next to the dining room table was the best place. Time to learn some logic.

And now it is the author's bed time. Actually way past. I just wanted to test out this little story and see if playing with my horribly genetically challenged Sim was going to be any fun. I am keeping this post here, but I have created a blog especially for Nubby called AssUgly. For now, she's not bad. And the bit in the library where the blonde Sim screamed, she literally did. I heard the neurotic trait scream but didn't hit pause fast enough to get the blonde Sim in the pose. Enjoy the silliness. :)