Seeing Sparks

53 Simoleons. Wonderful. Angeline couldn't raise a freaking houseplant on that budget, let alone a newborn child. She need cash, like, right now.

Luckily, she was sitting on a throne of 175 simoleons.

     Life lesson #3098: "Beggars can't be choosers". The next one after that is "It's probably not a great idea to wear the clothes you just moved that heavy, dusty chair with outside if you intended to get some hearts aflutter".

Having  fashion sense coordination helps. 

     I will spare you the barrage of CAS related photos, stories of long loading times, and voila! Here she is, Ms. Midnight Hollow . . . 

In the best wannabe punk clothes I could create.

     True to her Bookworm trait and small wallet, Angie found herself heading towards the Moldy Missives Library -- since, in this technological day and age, it has to be the deadest place in town, right? Even she knew that one of those crappy, boxy 1990s PCs are better than nothing, and they would surely help pave the way to her eventual author-hood!

   

     Well, just my her luck. There weren't any computers in there. AT ALL.  But there was a fellow bookworm!

"MultiTabs are way too mainstream, man!"

     After running that fool's errand, Angie decided to call it a day and headed back home. Thankfully, to alleviate my her anger at the computer-less library, every Simmer's favorite stalker ice cream truck stopped by her house. Truly, every cloud has a silver lining. 

This damn thing was 20 Simoleons. Is this truck a Cold Stone Creamery on wheels?

     After om-nom-nomming on that super expensive ice cream cone, Angie found herself drifting away into a daydream, imaging herself penning a bunch of novels. 

That's nice and all -- huh? What's that behind your dream cloud . . .?

A MAYUN!!!!!