muahah. sims picture :] it goes along with the story I've been writing that I said wouldn't be a sims story WHICH. it isn't....but I wanted to make a scene with the characters just so I could put an excerpt or two up here .______. don't mind me. The introduction: I’d been trailing the girl all day, but it wasn’t until now that I realized there was no way I could do this. I’d watched as she emerged from her two story house at 7:30 AM. Watched as she walked quickly down the street, shivering slightly in the fall weather. I’d watched as she went into a house three streets down from hers, then got into the car with two other girls and their mom. I’d drove after them as they got to their school. Then I’d waited for the better half of eight hours for her to exit the building with the tide of teenage kids. She came out with the same girls as before but with one or two extras. No boys, which had me surprised. It was after they’d walked down the main street that I started up my 2007 Mustang. I drove right past the girls, watched as they gazed and practically drooled over my car as it passed. Another thing that surprised me, they liked cars. At least the girl I was following and the girl next to her did. They both pointed, smiled, got all dreamy eyed. The third girl didn’t say much or do much. I parked my car a street down from the second house she went into that morning. It was a half hour later when the girl walked right past me, but on the opposite street. She’d taken off her shoes, walking in the fall breeze in only socks. One was blue and purple striped. The other orange and red striped. I almost laughed out loud. She wore jeans that came down far enough that she stepped on the ends with every step. She wore a bright blue hoodie with a black tank top underneath. Her curly brown hair blew back occasionally, but she pushed it back in place every time. Her black backpack hung from her shoulders and looked stuffed. Her ipod blared from the headphones she wore around her neck, not the usual ear bud ones but the ones everyone used to wear. A necklace with two charms hung below the headphones. I couldn't make out what the charms were from here. I walked at the same pace, but on the opposite side of the road. Brown and yellow leaves crunched under my feet and she looked over briefly. I could see even from here how bright her green eyes were. And that’s when I stopped in my tracks and my realization struck. I couldn’t do this. This was the girl I had to kill. and the scene that actually goes with this: Liam's wide light brown eyes, that mirrored mine, looked up at me. I bent halfway down and rested my cheek on the top bar of his crib, his whole face broke into a smile. Slowly he sat up and, grasping the bars, stood up while holding on to the crib. His dirty blonde hair stuck up at strange angles as he stood and smiled at me. He was wearing his pajamas, a green onesie with brown teddy bears patterned across it. I picked him gently and closed the door. "Liam, Liam, Liam," I sighed. "I'm in deep trouble." His only response was to look up at me with bright eyes, almost like he knew what I was thinking. He wrapped his arms around my neck and hugged me. Which made my theory, that he knew what I was thinking, even more accurate. I chuckled and spun him around the room before kissing the top of his head and setting him back in his crib. "Bedtime," I said firmly. Liam smiled up at me and watched as I turned off his light and headed for my bedroom. Macey sat in the small recliner, fully asleep, a beer hanging limply from her right hand. The tv was still on, turned to an action movie that may have been The Mummy. I shook my head and without waking her up, slid into bed, turned off the tv, and fell into a troubled sleep. Hope it's okay, it's all unproofed and what not so it might be shaky or rough around the edges

Just before I go to bed to study and fall asleep I remember I have my 365 to do. Today I felt like one of the many unfortunate characters featured in Shel Silverstein's work: walking the dogs i stepped in some poo just before work got my butt wet too it rained while i was riding my scooter here i shivered and sat at red lights in fear today's not the best day to be out let me get to work before another bout there i tripped not once, not twice but for all hilarity it happened thrice and arriving i walked into the door frame the travel director just laughed at my pain the old burger king drink i left on my desk had spilled ALL OVER my boss's request i even burned myself getting the soup i guess it's better than stepping in poop and it's sad that i ripped a hole in my pants when i tripped over huge, invisible ants my hair seems like i stuck my fingers in a socket a chocolate candy just melted in my pocket also i left my ipod on in my backpack and spilled my coffee on a huge work stack i put the wrong end of a pen on my lip stubbed my toe on my office desk, sh*t but really what bothers me on top of all that it would be a day where i feel really fat Written in less than 10 minutes while at work and rushed. Forgive me. There were also allergies, a puppy getting into my panties AGAIN and that time hit my funny bone, omg, that was not cool. I did have some great things come from today. I sold two more things on Etsy (yay!!) and a translation of a story I wrote almost 7 years ago came in. It was just fan fiction, but it meant something to someone so she translated it into Spanish. It made me feel like a real writer , you know? To have something I wrote translated into a different language? Wow. Secret? I wish I was still a kid. Not always. Life is very beautiful. But that doesn't mean that on occasion on a beautiful day while going to work I don't wish for carefree summer days and unconditionally loving things like peanut butter, grass and sunshine.