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Monday, March 15th, 2004

Time:8:51 am.
Mood: awake.
words that must disappear:

* happy camper
* crapload

does anyone outside of the western pennsylvania area hear or use the term "crapload"? it drives me fucking insane. in general, i find the term "crap" quite irritating/disturbing/unsettling.

if you mean shit, say shit. it has a nicer ring to it.
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Friday, February 20th, 2004

Time:8:45 am.
Mood: disappointed.
an open letter to women who apply makeup whilst driving:

you are so cliche you make me nauseous.
i want to throw softballs through your rear window.
if you are so incomplete without makeup that you must risk my life and yours to "put your face on" you should consider removing yourself from society completely. we should devote an island to your kind and be confident that you will never progress into a threatening force.
if you are so insipid as to think that you look dramatically better with makeup, you clearly have bought in to everything every magazine, television show, and assorted media outlet has force-fed to you throughout your entire life. your liver is stuffed with consumerism and ignorance. we should make you into pate.
for every step forward in our culture there are giant leaps backwards. you are big fucking leap.

love,
nicole
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Tuesday, December 9th, 2003

Time:4:50 pm.
Mood: listless.
one final finished, one to go.
im running out of time to procrastinate.

classes for free at pitt next sememster. free. FREE.
i never get anything free.

something wicked this way comes.
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Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003

Time:7:07 pm.
i just did an lj search for people with interests in common with me (drews looking at naked pics online, what else am i supposed to do?), and the top five people that i have the most in common with are painfully dorkish.
i want everyone to do it and let me know if you find anyone good in your top 5.
so ill know if im a loser.
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Friday, June 27th, 2003

Subject:p.s.
Time:9:20 pm.
i airhumped the latest issue of Ms. magazine.
i kid you not.
my girl janeane is on the cover.
hotfuckingpatoooty.
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Tuesday, March 4th, 2003

Subject:THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE IS UNTENABLE
Time:1:56 pm.
Mood: working.
the intro of an email i received today from someone in china, who clearly had mistaken me for someone with an advanced degree and some form of power within the university (or universe):

"By re-analysing Heisenberg's Gamma-Ray Microscope experiment and the ideal experiment from which the uncertainty principle is derived, it is actually found that the uncertainty principle can not be obtained from them. It is therefore found to be untenable."

i believe its a journal article submission, as the above paragraph appears to be the abstract. the remainder of the email babbles on about quantum physics, gamma rays, and diffraction.

uncertainties aside, i would, as always, like to go shopping. the actual act of shopping is not remotely appealing, but i would be thrilled to go home with bags of clothes and toiletries and shoes. because, inevitably, i care about such frivolous things.
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Friday, February 28th, 2003

Time:5:03 pm.




puking sucks.
yesterday i puked a lot, then slept a lot, then puked some more.
i would highly advise against going out and making friends with whatever the hell horrendous bugs overtook my abdomen.
just stay in your safe lil homes til summer. or spring at least.

the drew took care of me...got me gatorade and made me soup and even listened to me puke at close range.
but he made a big mess and as soon as i can stand up for more than five minutes, there will be much cleaning.

girlthatthinks, i hope youre having a lovely time on the beach.
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Thursday, February 20th, 2003

Time:3:23 pm.
snow.
two feet of it.
(much digging resulting in much pain to muscles that do not know activity, threats of violence against quikgeek, consumed many products consisting primarily of wheat flour as i had neither the foresight nor the cash to grocery shop prior to being snowed in)

prior to that, ohio.
for five days.
(pitstop at jungle jims grocery store outside of cincinnati, ate fabulous dinners courtesy of my employer, pitstop at the dayton art institute, got more play from the airport security guards than a drunken cheerleader on an overnight field trip)

and now, for the real kick in the ass...despite the fact that i made less money this year than i have since i was in college, i owe $700.
bite me.

such are the life and times of girlwithcat.
ho hum.
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Wednesday, January 8th, 2003

Time:3:21 pm.
Mood: curious.
i just realized that the right cuff of my sweater smells absolutely horrific...not like poop or body funk or dog...kind of like flowers smell when you let them sit in the vase for weeks after they have expired. the kind of smell that doesnt make you gag (although in my experience the flower vase can certainly be gag-worthy), but begs for identification.
im dying here trying to figure out which one of my coworkers i can trick into smelling it.

(and you can be damn sure that the drew will take part in the identification process when i get home.)
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Thursday, January 2nd, 2003

Subject:egads.
Time:1:26 pm.
Mood: amused.
i think i have unleashed a monster.
the drew and i have quit smoking...

quikgeek: grrr not going well
quikgeek: im all cranky and want smokie
quikgeek: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROAR
quikgeek: oh i will kill all these nicorette gums
quikgeek: all of them dead
quikgeek: stupid poopoos
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Subject:holiday. celebrate.
Time:9:26 am.
Mood: frustrated.
i hate holidays.
inevitably, i will become excited at the promise of something new and different. some glimmering day filled with laughter and cheer. a break from the drudgery of work/sleep/paybills/work. i will plan and plot and create vivid fantasies. i will become enchanted with the decorations, wrapped up in the consumerism, and positively giddy with unrealistic notions of pleasure and goodness.

i watch too much television.
i accept marketing ploys.
i am an advertisers wet dream.

despite my admissions, and subsequent self-awareness, i fall prey to holiday anticipation. every year, for each and every holiday. and every year, i vow to avoid the trap of enthusiasm the following year. and then i fail.

the worst incidence occurs on new years eve, when the entire world gathers in carefree and loving cliques to celebrate, laugh, and relish in the good cheer of welcoming a new year with loved ones. i, having an adversity to bars, parties, and large festive gatherings marked by binge drinking and tasteless dancing to vacant pop music, lament said adversity and dream of partaking in such dionysian frenzy. i know, however, that such activity would leave me depressed and bewildered over my fellow humans ability to laugh in the face of monumental global crises. i would then curse everyone, regret my decision to join the hoardes of ignorant partiers, and wish that i had stayed home on the couch with the kitties, the drew, and the doggie.

despite efforts to curb my desire to venture out on this new years eve and accept a warm and peaceful night of snuggling on the couch, i still felt that little green monster frolicking in my gut when i watched the people whooping it up in times square. why did they get to be there, vacationing, throwing care to the wind? why didnt their fiances have colds? how could they afford the ticket to nyc and a hotel room during the holidays? bastards.

the jealousy led to depression. 2002 sucked. i hated it. the drew lost his job. we racked up enormous credit card debt. i crawled back to satan and begged her for a job. the wedding was postponed yet again. i gave up any and all hopes and dreams of self-employment. i gave up on pretty much everything.

and then, while doing laundry only hours before the dreaded 2002 clicked over to 2003, i fell down the basement steps. (yes, you can laugh at that, one of lifes funny little kicks in the ass, as i suffered nothing more than a few bruises.)

fuck you, 2002. heres to a new year.
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Tuesday, December 24th, 2002

Time:5:45 pm.
Mood:festive.
merry christmas, happy kwanza, felice navidad, and rockin hanukah!

hope you all have a wonderful holiday.
i would like to give you all the following, though financial restrictions dont permit. so pretend youre opening a beautiful package wrapped in silver foil, tied with a big red bow, topped with a festive little card reading "to: you, love: nicole".

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Thursday, December 19th, 2002

Subject:i exploit underprivileged strangers.
Time:1:14 pm.
Mood: disappointed.
just did a lil shopping at the gap with a coworker, and, upon walking out of the store, was bombarded by protesters chanting in the form of carolling, handing out fliers, and telling me that i could and should return my purchase because it was made in a sweatshop.

now, i cannot logically or morally justify the use of sweatshops. and i certainly dont like the idea that my hard-earned money is supporting them.
but im left with relatively few options for obtaining affordable work clothes. and work i must. and wear clothes i must. and have much money i do not. (the upside down sentences just reorganized themselves there and who was i to stop them from being creative, if mildly annoying?)

its just all too overwhelming, the amount of evil and badness in this world. its unavoidable.
i dont eat meat. i dont kill things. im nice to my parents. i treat people with the respect they deserve. i drive a compact car. i recycle. i am accepting of virtually any and all lifestyles (so long as they are not detrimental to others). i support equal rights. i support the arts. etc. etc.
and yet im still an asshole for buying a shirt from the gap.
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Wednesday, December 18th, 2002

Time:9:13 am.
Mood: awake.
my activities for the past two weeks have included the following:

*shopping
*working
*shopping
*working
*making presents
*working
*cutting off all of my hair and dying it burgandy
*shopping
*working

the holiday season makes my head spin. i HATE shopping. i love to buy things for people, but not when i have to give gifts to everyone i know in the span of a few days. and certainly not when i dont have money.

i had a major pet peeve that i wanted to list on here yesterday, but, alas, i forgot. oh...now i remember...not a pet peeve so much as a request: i would like some researchers to put together a psychological profile of middle aged women who wear disney-themed attire.
not that i think these freaks are any less sane than anyone else, just that i have such difficulty attempting to understand them.

and if anyone has a direct line to santa, please tell him to cross mister sammers off the nice list. forever.
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Tuesday, December 10th, 2002

Subject:refuse
Time:8:50 am.
Mood: amused.
upon stepping out of the shower this morning to the sound of the garbage truck driving down the street, i marched out to the kitchen where our garbage and recycling still sat waiting to be dragged out to the curb by the drew, as promised. i double-backed into the bedroom to the sleeping drew all snug in his bed and demanded in a hushed yet disruptive tone: "what is that sound?"

to which he responded with mumbles.

so i asked again, a little louder this time. "do you hear something? what is that sound?"

to which he replied, "the end of my life."
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Tuesday, November 26th, 2002

Subject:pet peeve number one.
Time:2:36 pm.
Mood: aggravated.
when, in the middle of a conversation or activity, an unrelated bystander observing with a look of confusion interrupts to ask you what youre doing simply so that, upon absorbing your reply, they can snidely comment on the peculiarity of said conversation or activity by saying something along the lines of: "Ohhhhh.k..." or "if YOU say so..."
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Tuesday, November 19th, 2002

Subject:falling.
Time:8:52 am.
Mood: impressed.
stepped outside at 5:30 this morning to watch the meteor shower. ive never seen one before. i could see my breath, my toes were numb, and it was slightly creepy standing in the backyard staring at the sky all by myself. each time a leaf dropped, i jumped. but seeing a zillion streaking lights buzzing about in the sky was phenomenal. i had a moment of "this world is so much bigger and more important than me and im lucky to experience it."

i wanted to stand out there until the sun came up, just watching the little bursts and listening to the leaves.
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Friday, November 8th, 2002

Subject:work
Time:10:31 am.
Mood: working.
as a coworker pointed out to me, todays dilbert comic seems to perfectly encapsulate my little office life in three black and white panels. it saddens me to know that it all can be boiled down to this, yet its comforting to learn im not alone...

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Tuesday, October 29th, 2002

Subject:a little bit of nothing...
Time:9:32 pm.
Mood: okay.
this weekend was filled with food and drink, as all weekends should be.
drew whipped up some homemade eggplant & fresh mozzarella ravioli, as well as a batch of five cheese, and a batch of pumpkin. then some vegetable soup with special tomato/basil/garlic goodness.
we called a few friends, as we have only a few to call.
we made french martinis.
we threw some sigur ros, drums & tuba, and mogwai in the ole three-disk cd changer.
we ate, drank, and dammit we were merry.

today its raining. i wrote a special little ditty, which needs considerable work, which i will post for your amusement and ridicule tomorrow. for now, its yoga time, as i feel the ravioli resting all too comfortably on my hips.
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Friday, October 25th, 2002

Subject:geneology 101
Time:11:14 am.
Mood: amused.
could harry potter be the lovechild of the bay city rollers?




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