Hey, I’m Aubrey. This blog is to chronicle my life, out on my own.

To give you some background, I grew up in Isla Paradiso with my hippy parents and two siblings. My older sister, Syndey has a family and stayed on the island after University. Dex, my little bro, still lives with mom and dad. I decided I wanted something more than laid-back beach days filled with sand and sun. So I moved here, to Sunset Valley. Let’s see what life brings.

This is me, by the way:

Yeah. I’m a smiley, well-adjusted young adult. Whatever. So I moved to Sunset Valley with a wad of cash from dear old mom and dad. This relator lady wanted to show me all of the shoddy little cottages round and about, but I had my mind set on the bigger picture. When I plunked down most of my Simoleons on a huge lot of land on the swanky side of town, Miss Quaint-Fixer-Upper just about shit her britches. What better way to stick it to the man than to build my mini grunge hut smack dab in the center of their snooty neighborhood? Ha!

After setting up shop, I figured I’d have a look around town. Behind the grocery store I found the jackpot: dumpsters! I needed some junk for my new digs and my pockets are pretty much just lint traps at this point, so I dove right in.

Getting down and dirty in the dumps left me with an appetite. I saw some fruits and veg over by the Science Center and figured I’d wander back over to have a closer look. I’m no green thumb, but a girl’s gotta eat and my palette wasn’t quite ready for pocket lint. Oh look, I’ve got some dirt on my, uh, dirt.

I walked outta there with pockets full of produce and a slightly less gurgly gut. One shower later I thought maybe I should check the paper for a job. Much as I enjoy trespassing, dumps, and ill-gotten dinner I gotta pay the bills if I want to avoid packing my bags and heading back to the land of Shaka Bra! But, yeah, the jobs in the paper sucked, so off to the bar!

I found my way over to the Port-A-Party Mini Warehouse. The bartender said the place was hopping, a real hot spot. I’m not sure I’d call four Sims in a bar hopping… Making the best of a boring situation, I mingled, made a little small talk, then really got into it with this guy named Jared. He seemed cool. His fashion is somewhat lacking, but he let me rant about all the sell-out mainstream artists I despise, so there’s that.

After a long day of digging through trash, I needed to crash. Too bad my bed is more spring than mattress.

Later, kids!

Next time: More Jared, a job, and dorky clothes.