Note from Lauren’s Agent: Sooooooo sorry for lack of update guys! I’ve been playing the game for a while though and im on the second generation right now so don’t despair, I have plenty more posts coming soon!
Today I came into the newest spot of Riverview. I used to live in Dogwood Lane but it got too boring and old after so long.
I decided to start exploring right away, so now I’m going to go to the place closest to my fresh new home. It just happens to be a garden.
I start seeing if I can garden right away. (I think Simgod tried to make me a green thumb but ran out of the green dye.)
And it was easy because that nice lady over there was playing a soothing composition nearby. 
So I’m just stealing the rest of the lettuce off the plants (Shh!!!) when I see this guy that doesn’t look attractive at ALL, but I really wanna get the next generation started asap so…
I go up to him. He seems really nice…
Until I realize…
That he and the girl playing guitar have the same last name, and look the same age…
So I decide that he’s happily married and back off. There’s really nothing that I can do but go home and plant the veggies and fruits that I “borrowed” from the garden.
And before I know it, it’s nighttime and I really had to go to the totally NOT private toilet.(I can’t call it a bathroom yet ’cause it’s not really a room.)
I took a taxi down to the community pool to try and steal a shower since I couldn’t afford one even if I sold my right hand(And I’m right handed.)
Since I was sleepy, I didn’t really notice what I was grabbing and snatched a wall lamp. A FREAKING WALL LAMP.
‘Why did I even bother?’ I mumbled to myself in the taxi as I drifted into a nap. ‘Stupid… freaking… wall…lamp……..’
Then I was there. It happened almost instantaneously.
I was next to a handsome, charming, muscular man, and he was holding a magnificent glowing ring in his hand.
He slid this emerald ring onto my finger delicately. For some reason… It seems like I know his face. It seems like his wonderfully shaped mouth has talked to me millions of times, like I’ve kissed his nose in the past, like I’ve stared in his eyes for hours at once before.
I guess that’s why we appear to be getting married in this wonderful dream… or whatever it was…
Then before I know it, I’m back to standing in front of my “house,” if you can call it that.
‘What just happened?’ I thought to myself as I settled into bed.
And then I drifted into sleep.
