If you stumble onto, well, me here on X/Twitter/whatever. Remember: I am an adult only in age, and might, from time to time, share adult thoughts. Some wholesome. Others not so much.

Have you ever played , then realised your game turned into a monster and end up deleting your save? That was me tonight.

Don't you hate it when you cannot have two Sims just meet organically? You have 2 Sims you'd like to meet, test the waters so to speak and then see what happens? But dear heavens your Sim sometimes have to literally go knock on their doors!

She wanted grandkids. Though not from a Landgraab. I shall not share the words that were flung at poor Staci.

I hit the Twitter jackpot I think. Also, there goes my blood sugar levels... @sweettrait and @candyxsims

"Yeah no, I should have had like 5 of you instead of one Landgraab on the deckchair. Oh well..."

One is a bird affected by nuclear war and years long exposure to radiation. The other is a crow from Post Nuclear Apocalypse Game Fallout 4

Staci: "You know, little Xavier? When I have my own child soon, I might name him Xavier too! Or maybe even Logan!" McKenzie: "Hold the phone..."

"Goochie Goochie coo..."

"Ma, where's Professor X?" "Professor What Now?" "X! The new member of the Swart family..." "Ooohhh!! Xavier!! Finally decided to come meet baby brother?"

"Oh woohoo me. Our Daughter came to visit." "Ma, come on. Put the phone down. It's not that big of a deal."

"No you necking morons! This is the Humor and Hijinks fest not the Romance... You know what? Nevermind! You young ones have no respect for our traditions!"

"Damnit Sofia! My heart belongs to Jade, but right now, my body wants to belong to you! Why you had to rock up wearing @trillyke and looking so good like that? I am going to hate myself in the morning, aren't I?" *Staci ended up going home alone.

"Lady. Your face... what happened?? Did someone fling poo at you at Warp Speed and all you had to defend yourself was a sieve???"

Weird Al is 67 Years Old today.

"Pinned you," she purred. "I win..." "Perhaps. Though, you also kind of impaled yourself..." Pillow Talk with Pik - In all questionable bookstores soon.

Gamers: Prefers playing with balls rather than having theirs scared off. Or something like that.

Work is great. I love my job. Not saying I am jobbing my love but you know. Man and Woman has to eat, though I am craving slap chips with ample amounts of salt and vinegar and a cheese griller. Slap Chips=French Fries for anyone not from South Africa.

Crisis at work? Same. Same. In the meantime stare at some Sims. Currently fled to the bathroom myself. If I am going to deal with shit, might as well deal with my literal own.