Sims4

For your information – and this covers years here and is not limited to Sims4 alone, I am referring to all the games (which is why I drove past game-stop) and camera work that has gone on for years now – I cannot now nor will I abide by your definitions and descriptions.

My father purchased a french-door refrigerator for our plant city home.  This has nothing to do with any famous persons or anything to do with the name it is simply the design.  I liked the design and my father purchased it for me, for the house.  True story.  With my mother in the wheel chair.

I still like the design.

I have no idea why I was subjected to a wet bed.  Being forced to bed-wetting.

I have no idea why I was subjected to urine-soaked clothing for which I had to take a day off from work.

How very un-cool, unmanly, inhumane, and ungracious of you.

Not a nice nor kind way to repay patronage.

I cannot be driven, contained, ordered, told, maneuvered, nor persuaded into placing items in my game, or in any other purchases in my life.

For clarification, my t-shirt that reads masterhood, in my mind and thought process, has nothing what-so-fucking-ever to do with a hood or hooded sweatshirt, or anything else.  It has to do with push-button control and nothing more.  And, you know it.

I like what I like.

Every person does.

You cannot starve a person emotionally and expect that to ease their pain they will all of a sudden switch teams.  It does not work that way, and you know it.

I like the colors I like.  I like the look I like.  I like the height I like.  I like the light I like.  I like the sun I like.  I like the daytime I like.  I like the moon I like.  I like the night-time I like.

To do otherwise will always ring false.

To force otherwise will always ring false.

Step aside.

Step down.

Stop yelling.

Man up.

And, fucking listen for once.