Rachel Zoe, plucked from her real life as celebrity stylist, reduced to mere pixels, and not looking much like herself anymore, moved into a new home, sight-unseen. Her first order of business? Move right the hell back out. That's right, sweetie - this place isn't even big enough for your shoes.
Her first reaction upon seeing her new abode. I don't know what she feels about that plant, but she feels something. After having a few more feelings about random items in her house, each as inexplicable as the last, she gets herself an entry level position in the "business" profession, bringing coffee to the higher-up. Can she even touch coffee that wasn't born through the hands of a Starbucks barista? Only time will tell.
In the meantime, Rachel heads into the park at the center of town for the neighborhood Grill-A-Thon to see if she can't find someone to impregnate her. What else is there to do on a Sunday?
Apparently, there's some sort of raw hamburger emergency going on here. Rachel scuttles over to check the situation out.
Food? No thanks.
I Play Sims (part2)