My new “home” is actually too depressing at the moment. I went straight into town to get a job in business. I know thats how daddy made his bucks. Whatever. I’m gonna be rich soon daddy, just you wait and see.

I decided to visit Central Park, to check out the Man-Candy… I mean… why else go to a park dude. Met a few guys there. I thought I would be generous, chat with loads of randoms, you know, the sort that would only dream of talking to someone like me. The first guy, Bradley something or another, turned out to be a magician. Haha, can you imagine, me, Niamh Upshaw, dating some tacky magician. Dude, I’m not that desperate yet.

The second guy, a total hottie with bulging muscles and no style, turned out to be married. Once I learnt that, I lost all interest in him really.  I totally can’t even remember his name.

So… when it came to the third guy I was pretty much scraping the bottom of the barrel. His name is Lane, hes quite cute (well by this towns standards…) and to my shame, hes a mail carrier. But he is single… and a mail carrier is better than a magician right? Whatever. I might just use him and lose him, thats all I’m saying. A girls got needs.

Hey!

I’m Naimh Upshaw. Once fabulously wealthy and a professional spoilt brat. I used to be Simcity’s premium socialite, and my wild behaviour was accepted by anyone who made an iota of impact on my fabulous life : my credit card without limit, my own endless money making machine… my Daddy. He gave me everything I wanted to, after all, I was his responsibility.

This all changed after I came of age. He kicked me out with nothing but an empty lot and little money. He told me I need to understand the worth of things. Whatever!!  I’m living in some small crappy town called Sunset Valley. It’s just me, myself, and my Jimmy Choos.

Whatever. I’m sure I’ll be back to fabulous in no time at all. I mean, girls who look like me aren’t made to life-long paupers are they? I mean, come on, I always get what I want, I’m totally ambitious. I mean, I can get what I want by flirting followed by a demonstration of what a good kisser I am. I mean, come on, would you turn me down? Call me a snob if you like, it all stems from jealousy anyways! Baby, I’m the life and soul of any party, I mean, they don’t call me a party animal for nothing.