Ramblings of a Sim Addict

How dare she; she knows that I don’t want her driving my new car, but she just doesn’t listen.

Dina has no respect for me or my things; of course, she has always been this way. (I don’t know why I keep thinking she is going to change.) I just can’t believe that she took my car, without asking and drove downtown to shop (like she honestly needs anymore new clothes).

I was so angry that morning (once I saw my gas gauge pointing at ‘E’) that I refused to speak with her. Honestly, I don’t think she cared or even noticed. She was too busy starring at her new hairdo in the mirror, to hear my string of curses. I never realized how truly vain and self-absorbed Dina was. I remember mutual friends complaining to me about her and her thoughtlessness, but, like a good sister, I always defended her. Not anymore, diary, she has snapped the last thread of kindness I had for her. The only reason I’ve let her live with me this long, was because she promised to help with the bills (I’ve had a hard time making ends meet). Well, she hasn’t paid her half of the rent in over three months; so much for helping out. I just don’t know what I am going to do….

She is my sister afterall, but something is going to have give, diary or I will end up doing something rash. Well, my head is aching and I just can’t sit and think about Dina any longer. I will write more later, once I’ve calmed down.

Nina

This week has been the worst week of my entire life. Our house was broken into, again (three nights this week; I swear there is a sign outside saying: “Free stuff inside, just come in and take it.”)!

At least, I finally managed to put in a burglar alarm, so the last time the thief showed up, the police were finally able to arrest him.

The next morning, I received a hefty check in the mail; apparently, there was a reward for “capturing” that nasty burglar. So, I took the money and bought myself a car. (Yay, no more having to ride in that stinky taxi or carpool!) Dina wasn’t impressed with my decision; she thought I should have waited and bought a nicer vehicle, but I just wanted one that ran. Plus, I figured if it was too beneath her, she wouldn’t want to drive it.

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Living with Dina has never been easy; we often agrue about simple things and I find it hard to truly confide in her.

She is my sister and I do love her, but we have never been close. Dina feels that I was “spoiled” by our parents, but I know that they never treated us differently. (She was just difficult; nothing was ever good enough for her.) Dina has big dreams, I suppose both of us do. I thought she was on her way to getting everything she wanted,too. She met Michael (a warm hearted, caring man) that wished to give her world and he did. They moved away from Pleasantview and started a new life as husband and wife.

Then three months later, Dina showed up on my doorstep. All she had in her hands was a suitcase and a gray, ceramic urn (Michael’s ashes were housed inside). I tried to get her to tell me what happened, but she refused to open up. Soon, I just stopped asking (I figured she would tell me what happened to Michael when she felt comfortable).

Now we are trying to cope with the struggle of living together, at least Dina finally managed to get a job. Of course, she also managed to turned her new “career” into a matchmaking scheme. (Leave it to Dina to go to work not only for a paycheck, but also for a husband.) She began actively courting Mr. Goth (his wife had only been missing 3 weeks, too. Hey, no one ever said Dina takes life lying down.). I was shocked that he actually responded to her. (Looks like she is going to snag another rich husband.)

My social life hasn’t been as interesting, but I’ve had my share of “romantic” interests. Since Dina has been using the house to woo Mr. Goth; I’ve been spending all my spare time downtown, visiting the local bars and restaurants.

I love to dance!

I have met one “special” man. He and I have been seeing quite a lot of eachother and I am beginning to hope that things will keep moving forward. (Not marriage, though, I’m not ready to give up my single life yet.)

Well, it is time for me to head to bed (my alarm is set for 4am, so I need some sleep). I will be writing again soon, diary, so keep some open pages for my ink.
Love,
Nina