Taking Care Of My Sim Self Helped Me Take Better Care Of My Real Self!
Sul-sul!
The eco-friendly plumbob sparkles because it spins and fades into yellow, then to red. My Sim’s been playing chess for such a long time that his bladder has arrived at capacity-forget about focus! Must. Go. Now! I sip my real-existence peppermint tea and understand that my bladder, too, has arrived at capacity. I pause the sport and stretch my legs.
I rejoined the field of The Sim cards this past year, after getting away from the sport for over a decade. After I was 16, I’d spend lengthy afternoons hidden in building and duplicate-pasting the “motherlode” cheat to create my Sim cards fabulously wealthy. (Are you aware just how much 50,000 Simoleons you can get?) For somebody who frequently felt unmanageable of her very own feelings and self, The Sim cards offered me a opportun...