1000 fun things to do in the sims 4

Day 1

Dear Diary,

I found myself standing on the doorstep of a new life. Well, not really a doorstep, but more of mailbox and flat field.

I needed a job, so I searched for a newspaper, but there were none to be found. No magazines either. What was this strange paperless world I found myself in?

No matter; I was undeterred. Not knowing anyone or a single phone number I picked up my phone and dialed at random. Success! I was given a menu of extraordinary jobs to choose from. I was completely unqualified for any of them, so I naturally chose astronaut and I got the job. Can you believe that? I can hardly believe it myself, but I start tomorrow.

Yours truly,
A Brave, New Sim

Day 2

Dear Diary,

It was a rough night. The construction took hours and those plum contractors forgot to put in a smoke detector. (Wait, did I even hire any contractors?)

I’d never actually cooked anything in my life before, so I picked up a book and within the first minute I had figured out how to make a salad and a grilled cheese sandwich. I went with the healthier grilled cheese option. Big mistake. Biiiiig mistake.

The fire engulfed the stove in a flash. Since there was no smoke alarm, I decided to run out screaming, hoping the fire department would hear my dulcet tones and come racing to my rescue. As the fire raged, I suddenly realized there was no fire department in this strange town. Dozens of people jogged and strolled by, but no one seemed to hear my screams and no one stopped to help, so I took matters into my own hands.

Luckily, my designer duds came with a fire extinguisher in the back pocket. Best $0 I ever spent.

Yours truly,
Singed and Thrifty

Day 3

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was my first day at work, but I was too embarrassed and tired to write about it. I went to work without doing my homework and everyone could tell when I asked which way the little horsey moved. I don’t know how they all see that as logical, but my co-workers, whoever they are (my contact list is still mysteriously empty), all laughed. The whole experience made me very tense and then I began to miss my family.

Hmm, I don’t have a family. I need to work on that.

Yours truly,
Sleepless in Simattle

Day 4

Dear Diary,

I decided to head down to the gym and check out the hardbodies. There were so many, it was hard to choose. I fell in love with everyone I met, but decided to start on the brunette in the corner.

She looked so innocent, but what a pro. I chatted her up for a moment or two and then went straight to asking her out. I expected an inevitable refusal, but she said “yes” and whisked me away to the new nightclub. It was only 10 am, but hey, that’s how she rolls, so I did too.

The place was packed. (So, I guess that’s how this whole town rolls?) It was really strange, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that half of the people there had followed us from the gym. Weird.

We ordered drinks at the bar and chatted, but I got the feeling that she was just checking off items on a to-do list. It all seemed so scripted. She’d obviously done this before.

The vibe was just wrong, so I tried to leave, but I was somehow trapped in this space-–compelled to see this date through to the bitter end. Before I knew it, I was asking her to move in with me.

We went back to my place. I’ll let you know how things go . . .

Yours truly,
Accidently Kismet(ed)

Day 5

Dear Diary,

I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and I could swear that wasn’t my toilet, but it was so lovely, I couldn’t help but admire it. My precious.

Things are going great with the brunette. Although, she keeps coming over and while we’re sitting on the couch, she’ll interrupt the conversation to text to ask if it’s OK to come over. Then she leaves and comes over again a few minutes later.

I think one of us is developing an obsession.

Yours truly,
Gollum

Day 6

Dear Diary,

Maybe it’s just a side effect of space madness, but I think I might be being watched . . .