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Nice Day We’re Having, Isn’t it?

// June 9th, 2009 // No Comments » // Sarcasm

Nicole Needs

// February 1st, 2009 // No Comments » // Geek, Stories, Writings

Cool idea…

Type your name into google followed by the word “needs” and record the first 10 things that pop up.

Here’s my list of needs according to Google… surprisingly inaccurate.

1. Nicole Needs a Boob Job (lol!)

2. Nicole Needs No Food When She Can Shop ‘Till She Drops  (yeah.. no)

3. Nicole needs a new computer! (not really)

4. Nicole needs to live in the now. (already do)

5. Nicole NEEDS Photoshop (have it already)

6. Nicole needs a drummer on myspace music (wtf?)

7. Nicole needs an urban love list.  (rofl..)

8. DJ Strawberry’s Alleged Ex Nicole Needs a Reality Show (who the fuck is DJ Strawberry?)

9. Skinny Nicole needs dairy to protect her bones (yeah… no)

10. Nicole needs to lay off the botox at the Insider (kk…)

Run Little Rabbit, Run

// September 30th, 2008 // No Comments » // Free Writing

Someday our two worlds will be one

Free as a bird

// June 25th, 2008 // No Comments » // Free Writing

stupid freewriting

I really don’t care about this nonsense anymore.  Is it my usual six month sickness aids hiv you have the hiv cats in spiney glasses and lab coats all around. punctuation is for the elite class of human beings. perpetual lying.  chronically lying.  lying all the time.  catastrophes and trainwrecks and messes and messes cleaning up. perpetually the janitor.  my life is a garbage dump with no maintenance staff.  i clean and scrub and organize and sort only to tire and quit again and again and again.  i want to feel fresh and new again but it’s lost forever oh my darling clementine.  i feel so guilty for lost relationships and painful memories of messes that were hastily scrubbed and carelessly washed.  i was never good at cleaning.  lies and lies and lies and more lies.  perpetually the liar.  even when i’m telling the truth i’m lying.  to him. to you.  to everyone that means anything because i’m scared of the repurcussions and i fear the inevitable.  i’m a ball of fear.  nothing more nothing less.  every part of me is motivated by fear of everything.  everything’s inevitable.  everything’s eventual.  but if i can put it off for today i’ll be just fine.