azaya | (no subject)

GUYS GUYS GUYS MY COMPUTER IS WHOLE ONCE AGAIN. Oh Firefox, I missed you. And you, Sims 2, and you Photoshop. And you, Musicmatch... My files all seem to be intact, thank goodness, and while I'll have to redownload some things, I don't seem to have lost anything of importance aside from time. And some sanity, but that's on its way out as it is.

Anyway, in celebration I've some truly excessive picspam. In the next couple days there will be lots of stuff. I have so many plans for things to make, and things already made, and *blah blah blah so fucking happy blah blah blah*

Yeah, Constance, that's totally the appropriate time for you to be checking your bad self out.

You're pretty when you're not being dumb, though.

Reassuring to know you're just as bad a dancer as a teen.

Stop confusing me by being cute.

STOP IT GODDAMMIT.

What and now you're Mom? What the fuck, dude. You sic bees on your wife!

The best part of this? Totally autonomous. I contributed to this in no way.

I love the dancing faces, what can I say?

And the potty training faces.

Potty trainee, Stu.

I smell a complex growing.

Yeah I'm not already planning their wedding or anything. I mean, what.

Stu's little brother, Will, who was born in the leaves there and apparently does not mind. (He got aged up. I hate babies.)

My newest sim, Rhiannon. A somewhat absent-minded financial consultant with a fondness for swings and meaningful haiku.

Fitting into Kingfisher Green just fine, of course.

"Brain? I've got one of those!" But you've probably killed most of it with your hair dye. (Like I haven't.)

Finished the polar bear, finally. H'ray. Moving on to a hat, I think.