In a fit of lonliness, I decide to go get a dog.

We must be in San Francisco. To go to the dog pound, you get picked up by a cable car. Like you do.

I decide to get a dog and name it Joe.

This dog is sending me subliminal messages I can't ignore.

To get more money, I need a raise. So I have to get these skills and 3 friends. Isn't that always the way?

So now I have to read mechanical.

(I got these books from milliniumsims. They're great because they're so small.)

And play chess by myself. I'm so pathetic.

So I invite Sarah Jessica Parker over for a table full of salad. She likes it.

She watches "Sex and the City" with me and tells me who's a bitch and who's a bigger bitch.

This makes us best friends forever. Well, for 45 minutes or so anyway.

The next night I have Big over. He breaks my sink then acts like "What?"

Desperate for friends, I call creepy guy I met downtown awhile ago. He brings his stupid puppet. I couldn't be more bored and wonder how to get rid of him.

Finally, I just go to sleep while he's in the bathroom and hope he gets the message.

Since it's nearly impossible to work, play with the dog and make all these friends, I've decided to get married as soon as possible. See the next installment to see how that goes.

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