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[20 Sep 2009|03:54pm] |
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No more pity posting. I am gonna be just fine. Just fine.
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[20 Jul 2009|09:38pm] |
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I am really so incredibly depressed.
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[02 Mar 2009|07:55pm] |
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My coworkers are complaining about the stench of my Icy Hot. I really don't care, because Icy Hot totally rules. I never knew how much I loved Icy Hot until this moment. I also have a heating pad, which the Icy Hot instructions specifically mandate I should not use supplementarily. While I know I should trust Icy Hot, as it has not yet done me wrong, I feel like nothing bad could come of this union.
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[10 Jan 2009|11:28pm] |
Ugh, why am I so lazy lately? They offered OT at work today because Ohio was snowed in, but I was just like, nah. Even though extra money never hurt anyone. Tom said goodbye and it's going to be so strange not going into his office to talk anymore. I'm trying not to think about it though.
Today has just been so weird and surreal. I watched the Cards game (we won???) and came home to do laundry all night. Not a bad idea since I have no clean clothes. Also, Jesse just Myspace-messaged me? I haven't talked to him in almost a year. Crazy.
I'm gonna force myself to wake up early tomorrow and do stuff! Sitting around my house is making me a sloth. An unfun sloth. For now I am gonna go to bed on my sheets that now do not smell like Vicks Vaporub.
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[08 Jan 2009|11:39am] |
So I have been sober for 179 hours, now. It's pretty ok! At first I thought it would be really weird to quit drinking, because it was something I did so routinely. I just figured it was part of how I had fun. I forgot that not drinking is actually even MORE fun, because I remember everything that happens and I don't wake up feeling like trash. I never thought of myself as having a problem, but seeing as I drank every night for like three months straight and started forgetting hurtful things I said or did, it's safe to say that it was/is time for me to relax a little. Plus, I'm going back out in public and doing things! Like shopping! Eating at decent restaurants! Hanging out with people!
When I'm ready, I'll go back to drinking maybe a couple times a month. I like waking up every day without a headache, and HOLY CRAP I still have 3/5 of my paycheck left over! At this point I would probably only have a hundo left in my account, but I haven't even had to dip into my savings yet! I didn't even realize how much money I had been spending on booze, but I guess it adds up when you go out to drink or order a fuck ton of pizza and Chinese while you're drunk. In addition to not drinking, I haven't been eating anything that bad for me. I'm gonna rope one calf at a time, to use a really sad figure of speech, but so far I'm pretty happy.
Now I have more money for: video games, lady lunches, toys, clothes, and possibly more video games.
I love love love my new car. I just want to drive it all the time. I also got a really SWEET Juicy Couture keychain that is so gaudy and disgustingly unnecessary. I love/hate it so hard.
I know it's way too early to tell, but so far 2009 has ruled. I have such a better attitude about shit lately, and I sort of feel like I (hopefully) have a clean slate with people and can really start improving from here. Plus it's nice to have a new, clean, reliable car and a clear head. I don't know. This all sounds really uncharacteristically upbeat, but I'm just in a great mood lately, and excited for things to come.
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[06 Jan 2009|11:59pm] |
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I got a new car. It's a 2009 Civic Coupe. I test drove Minis all day and as fun as the racetrack at the dealership was, the car felt like shit. A Civic may not be baller status, but it's cute (all black!) and handles so well. So I'm really excited! It smells new and has all the bells and whistles. I want to take someone driving in it immediately! Or many someones, perhaps!
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[02 Jan 2009|08:49pm] |
Ugh, this day could NOT be any longer. Tom submitted my schedule change request yesterday for 9-2. I really hope I get it! It will suck to lose my shift differential but I am so over working at night.
I've been in high spirits lately. Uncharacteristic, maybe? I get a new car on Tuesday. I hope everyone is ready to be driven around by sober Nicole.
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[02 Dec 2008|08:02pm] |
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my dog was killed by another dog. I never got to say goodbye or anything. I just wanted to tell everyone who liked him. my heart is seriously broken.
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| FRIENDS I NEED YOUR HELP! |
[14 Nov 2008|01:04am] |
Ok guys, look - this is imperative!
I need your help remembering a particular story I read as a child.
It involved a little boy and his cousin playing "elephant kitty," a game in which they would put a sock over the kitten's head and watch it stumble around.
In the story, the cousin puts the sock over the kitten's face and it meanders under the bed where it falls into an alternate dimension.
I think after this the boy sticks his hand under the bed and it comes out green or something.
DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT THE HELL I'M TALKING ABOUT? Chelle and I were talking about this tonight and neither of us could remember the title, the author, or even whether this was a short story or an actual book. Was it part of the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark collection? An RL Stine book? One of those Christopher-whoever books?
Please help!
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[23 Oct 2008|08:22pm] |
Um, okay. So before Tom left for vacation this week, he told me to schedule the rest of MY vacation time. So I thought, okay, I'm sure I have a couple days I can take off. Cool. I log into eSP and check my allotment balances and uh... I have 36 hours of reg vacation, 4 hours float time, and 8 hours of personal holiday. UM, I LOVE THE BANK.
So, I have the following days off:
10/29 - 10/30
11/9 - 11/16
11/25 - 11/28
12/4 - 12/5
YOU GUYS. WE ARE GOING TO HANG OUT DURING THIS TIME.
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[22 Oct 2008|10:57am] |
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Let it be known that I have made a considerable effort, and now I am tired. That is all. Someone else please do the work.
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[16 Sep 2008|10:06am] |
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bitches is crazy. that is all.
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[15 Sep 2008|08:18am] |
David foster Wallace died! I am going back to sleeping off this 36 hour birthday hangover. but just saw that and had to share.
ps my birthday was fun! more later.
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[08 Sep 2008|10:33pm] |
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Man, totally confirmed. RIP Evan Tanner. I am so sad that my last memory of you was you looking like a dazed old man in the octagon.
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[01 Sep 2008|12:46am] |
I've been feeling pretty bizarre lately -- n-n-o-o-o-t necessarily depressed, but certainly off-kilter -- so I spent all of last night and today cleaning and rearranging my place. I washed all of the questionably-clean clothes that've been lying around in a system of heaps aptly titled Mount Laundry; I didn't even realize how many damn clothes I own. I of course refuse to let anything go, so I've got an array of items in just about every size you can imagine. I moved my bed, washed my filthy sheets (I drool a lot, ok?), wiped down the bathroom counters, and cleaned out the fridge. When I finished removing all the rotten vegetables and sweaty tupperware, I went to the grocery store and replenished our supply of victuals. Once I did all of that I swept, cleaned all the junk out of my car, and made sense out of my insufferable excess of shoes, belts, purses, and scarves.
Anyway, it made me feel better. Whenever I get around to reconfiguring my environment, I can start organizing my mental processes and assessing my feelings. I also achieve this strange inner peace and feeling of control over my surroundings. It's nice. It helps me not to think about the millions of things that are bugging the hell out of me. Actually, I think it prepares me mentally and emotionally to tackle some of the less obvious issues that rankle me -- you know, the things you can't exactly attack with a broom and dustpan.
My dad called me yesterday to tell me he read my submission for the review, and that it made him really sad. I told him I was sorry, I wasn't sad when I wrote it and I wasn't trying to make anyone else sad for reading it. I told him he worries a lot and that's why all his whiskers are turning gray, and he said he was proud of me. I can't take a fucking compliment, even from my father. I just bumble through it and try to explain it away. Like most things, really. I should write a book about how to avoid being happy at all costs.
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[19 Aug 2008|12:55pm] |
As usual, I'm spending money like I've got it: buying new toys, eating at hip restaurants, drinking expensive martinis, and driving around town like gas is made from laughter and clouds. Fuck, ok, I really need to stop with my luxurious binging.
It's been fun though, and that's an important upside to my recent obsession with excess. I have a lot of fun hanging out with Chelle and Clancy. It's nice to be a fancy lady who shops at high-end stores and eats delicious $9-burgers, as well as a goofy broad who drinks High Life and pizza in bed and watches Adult Swim.
School starts next week. I'm paranoid. It's my last semester and I'm all varieties of scared. Normal shit that every college grad who isn't totally rich or lined up for predetermined success thinks about, but it's fear nonetheless and intangible as it may be, I'm fucking nervous to my anxiety-eaten core.
I guess nothing is really that bad when it's your day off. I'm going to lay around and play DS until the body demands food.
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[15 Aug 2008|07:50pm] |
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i feel really overstimulated. it's weird. too much human contact. i don't know. fluorescent lights, this ticking clock on my desk, etc. always the same thing all the time. my stomach hurts. i sense the onslaught of anxiety attacks. i am so full of anger & abusive feelings & ickiness & bad thoughts. it will be really nice to hibernate for awhile and get my head right.
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| HEY FRIENDS! |
[13 Aug 2008|12:55pm] |
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I was recently published in the newest edition of the Maple/Ash Review! Copies are available for purchase at http://mapleash.org for a mere $8. Please support starving authors and purchase one if you can! Plus I will be your best friend for life which includes: unwanted fashion advice, drunken yelling, overabundance of Chinese food, and excessive physical affection.
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| more fun @ work |
[08 Aug 2008|07:39pm] |
renata: what are you getting at taco bell.
rosendo: a burrito supreme and extra burrito supreme mexican.
rosendo: can you take care of her please?
nicole: what do you want me to do?
rosendo: stab her or something critical like that.
renata: I NEED TO KNOW WHAT YOU'RE EATING AT TACO BELL.
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[07 Aug 2008|08:46pm] |
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OMFG THE BUILDING IS MOVING I AM ON THE NINTH FLOOR OF A VERY TALL BUILDING AND THE WINDOWS ARE MOVING AND THE ENTIRE PLACE IS CREAKING AND THE LIGHTS ARE FLICKERING I AM REALLY SCARED. AND I CAN'T LEAVE BECAUSE I AM STILL ON THE CLOCK. HALP I AM GONNA CRY FOR REALS.
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