<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:45:05.080-07:00</updated><category term='snacks'/><title type='text'>hellomynameisnicole</title><subtitle type='html'>Please be patient.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-2319022738914152475</id><published>2010-04-19T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:09:04.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hm</title><content type='html'>I want you to be the one who walks me home&lt;br /&gt;I hope you can get close enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-2319022738914152475?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2319022738914152475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=2319022738914152475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/2319022738914152475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/2319022738914152475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2010/04/hm.html' title='hm'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-6070666962712974658</id><published>2010-02-04T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T21:41:30.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year, A New Life</title><content type='html'>I haven't written anything here since July. It's February now and I can't really remember anything of note that has happened in the past seven months that were worthy to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog because I enjoy reading other people's.  Soon after some initial posts, I realized blogging wasn't for me. I communicate with too many people on a daily basis to have anything left in me to write about that could suffice as somewhat interesting. I do the same shit everyday. I don't care about one thing enough to devote a blog to, I don't travel often, I don't go on tour and I mostly don't have time. Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Blogs - there isn't much that I'm doing that hasn't gone noted by some type of social networking phenomenon. I can't keep up although I wish I could. I want to have a daily picture of me in an interesting place, I want a crazy story to write about and I want to share that with open eyes and ears, but instead I would exude every ounce of pent up frustration onto this blog, which can be viewed by the public, and unabashedly spill my over analytical guts all over the internet. To those who have witnessed this, I'm sorry. I think I've got some crazy in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is already insane. Soon after my previous post (you know, the one about Boston sucking) I decided to move. Richmond, VA was my city of choice thanks to it's adorable houses, easy to learn grid system, delightful restaurants and home to some of my favorite people. It's always felt right for me here.  One month in and I have a job I never thought I'd have. Salary, benefits, working for a great company. My back isn't as tense as it used to be, I'm not as angry and high strung and while I did love a lot about my life in Boston, I know now I have made the best decision.  That is a feeling I am proud to know and I hope everyone gets to feel at some point in their life. I did good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I will stop writing. Perhaps I can now use this forum, not to vent about cities that suck and relationships going sour and sending messages to people I thought I once loved, but for something more mentally stimulating and less emotionally debilitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-6070666962712974658?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6070666962712974658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=6070666962712974658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6070666962712974658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6070666962712974658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-year-new-life.html' title='A New Year, A New Life'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-7652984516077253332</id><published>2009-07-15T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:52:47.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Boston, You Suck</title><content type='html'>For being one of the "great" and "major" cities of the world, Boston is day by day becoming more and more awful.  I barely live in this city, working 2 jobs almost an hour north, but I love my neighborhood and love my apartment and unless someone bought me a house next to the ocean, I wouldn't live anywhere else in MA.  With that said, I want to discuss a few reasons why the city I live in is an absolute joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there are 3 places I know of where you can get food late at night. The tiny little South St. Diner - on a Friday or Saturday this place is a crowded awful mess. Next to it is News, serving food til 5am. Filled with Eurotrash, visiting celebs and other undesirables, I would rather go to a late night meal amongst hookers and crackheads at the diner than drunk pseudo socialites at News.  The ihop near the highway in Brighton is also a good time. The food is obviously horrible, the clientele almost work (drunk college kids) and it's far from anywhere I personally need to be. There is some all night club Rise, which I'm sure i'll visit in my lifetime, but I think you might have to fail a drug test to get in the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Happy Hour. Happy Hour is illegal in the state of MA. No discounts on alcaholic beverages. You can discount food for "happy hour" but any fan of a 2 for 1 deal or half price cocktails KNOWS the discount on fucking wings and french fries is a lot less fun. Boston is a fairly expensive city, so a half price drink would be nice every now and then. I'd love to pay $3 or $4 for a vodka soda.  While I understand WHY they would like to dwindle the number of late afternoon drunkards roaming the streets, I can only think of the black hole that is the deficit of this great state. If happy hour makes money, the state makes money. Why does MA hate money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, this is unconfirmed but I heard that there will no longer be any 18+ club or dance nights at bars. This is to combat underage drinking and fun. While I don't really care or involve myself in the "dance" or "club" scenes in Boston, the population of this city is 50% college students. Students who maybe want to go have fun, dance...sounds crazy I know. When I heard about this, I couldn't believe it. So college freshmen and sophomores, If you want to go to a show at the House of Blues, you will apparently be regulated to the first floor - while all the drinkers are on the 2nd and 3rd, cause that is right, there is no alcohol allowed on the first floor apparently.  That was a slight digression, but my point remains the same - Boston hates fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The T. This was one of my major qualms about this city from day one. The train stops running at 1230/1am every night. Bars close at either 1am or 2am, leaving the cities drunks to stumble home, take a cab, OR drive. If I wanted to go out downtown and have drinks until after 1am, to get home, I'd have to take a $20 cab ride (no way), walk home (wicked no way) OR drive. While I am a fairly responsible person, I have driven and will drive again with my alcohol level over the legal limit. I know my limits and ask anyone, get really drunk probably 5 times a year - but I only imagine all of the people less responsible, more drunk, hopping in their cars and driving away. It's scary and I've seen it with my very own eyes. Nevermind the drunk people, what about the people that have to go to work at 3 or 4am, or come home from work that late. The bartenders, and graveyard shift workers of the world are left without any public transportation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio. Radio in this city BLOWS, with the exception of the NPR station WBUR and the scattered college stations, WERS is obviously the best radio station ever. BUT in regards to commercial radio, sure, it sucks everywhere, but at least there is some diverse programming. Want to hear hip hop - you can tune into ONE frequency (and WERS week nights ). The ONE hip hop station now plays lady gaga and britney spears and is way behind what is going on in the rest of the world. Even a small city like Richmond, VA has more than one "urban" station who is way more ahead of the game than anyone in boston. CBS just cut WBCN, the longest running alternative station. there is WAAF, nu metal central and WFNX - weird indie /alt rock that doesn't have an incredibly strong signal. There are a few classic rock stations within range, a gaggle of soft rock and Kiss 108 the leader in Top 40 (mostly awful).  For a city this size that can boast and brag about local music and a great "scene" and all that garbage, it is NOT represented on the radio. The exception being WERS which is really the only outlet for local and independent music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no The Onion distribution in Boston - LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 vegetarian restaurants. One sells overpriced sub shop food that isn't very good and 2 are asian cuisine that gets old after a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no great and consistent venues for hardcore shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No 24hr Gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub par fashion/shopping scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rant over. Sure, there are a lot of great things about boston but this wasn't a "why boston rules" entry - it's a why boston sucks entry.  I'm looking forward to leaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-7652984516077253332?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7652984516077253332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=7652984516077253332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7652984516077253332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7652984516077253332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-boston-you-suck.html' title='Hey Boston, You Suck'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-5143143835188420426</id><published>2009-05-03T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:38:50.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The golden rule</title><content type='html'>I didn't think I was ever going to write another long entry in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling happy, less stressed - no pent up emotions to shamelessly put on the internet for all the world to see.  I should have figured it wouldn't last for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I hate the live journal nature of this blog. I whole heartedly think it's lame but writing actually really helps me relieve my anxiety. Knowing that a few people do read this when i udpate it keeps me going - only because I can relay my feelings better in writing than verbally and also because a few out there can relate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work (both deathwish and waitressing) have kept me incredibly busy these last few weeks. I would like to sleep for two days straight but the anxiety of busy days and nights are not making for a restful night. Stressful dreams have plagued me for the past few nights and I think writing a bit might help relieve some of that- so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt; I know that as humans we have a lot of needs. Attention from the opposite sex is in the forefront of those. In the past few weeks I have learned that dear friends of mine in serious relationships are frequently not faithful to their significant others.  If you think this entry is solely about you, you are wrong - as plenty of my friends have gone through this - as cheaters and victims of infidelity. Over the past week I have had a pit of disgust in my stomach. I am so repulsed by the way people are treating their so-called loved ones. Perhaps I am lonely and have too much time to think about other peoples relationships and lives, that it has led me to this - but I was surprised and shocked at some of the information I have been told.  I will make it entirely clear that I, myself, am guilty of aiding to someone cheating on someone else. I pretty much feel like shit about it - but it always felt like the right thing to do. And by right, I mean what i wanted to do. Impuslive, selfish... do I regret it? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned before in this blog, in another long winded entry about infidelity, I just am not cut from that cloth. If I am in a relationship with someone, they are the be all end all. If i want to get with someone else, the relationship is over - that is my sign they aren't the one for me. I've thought this was the obvious way of operating for most humans, but I'm starting to feel like I am in the minority.  I do not want to gloat and boast that I am some of amazing human being, because I'm not - but I sure as shit know I am not an asshole.  Being kind, patient and committed to my friends is the most important thing to me. I don't think I could ever intentionally do something that would blatantly hurt another person.  I'm not sure where the golden rule got lost.  I really always thought you should treat others how you'd like to be treated.  I can safely say, I've never wanted to be lied to - - so I figure, don't lie to anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on forever on this subject, but to the people who might stumble upon or read this blog - please think about the people in your lives that love you and trust you and are committed to you and your happiness.  Put yourself in their shoes. If you love them, why would you want to do something that would upset them? If you feel nothing when you envision them broken and in tears, then please let them go.  Stop being selfish.  To my knowledge, I've never been cheated on - although about 80% of me thinks I have. Paranoid maybe, but if I've learned anything in the past few years, it's that even the people that you think love you the most, will always put their selfish desires ahead of you and your well being.  I don't want to believe that or harbor resentment and carry baggage with me into future relationships - I think i have that in check.  I just beg the people I know to be less careless with other people's emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sorry to those people I've hurt through my own actions. I honestly hope it will never happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is goodnight. Please wish me sweet dreams, I need all the help I can get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-5143143835188420426?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5143143835188420426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=5143143835188420426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/5143143835188420426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/5143143835188420426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/golden-rule.html' title='The golden rule'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-7398647280973606863</id><published>2009-04-12T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:46:27.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could really use...</title><content type='html'>a partner in crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-7398647280973606863?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7398647280973606863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=7398647280973606863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7398647280973606863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7398647280973606863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-could-really-use.html' title='I could really use...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-8580466816694402809</id><published>2009-02-14T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:53:15.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm....yup</title><content type='html'>I want to be a good woman&lt;br /&gt;And I want for you to be a good man&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I am leaving&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I cant see you no more&lt;br /&gt;cause I dont want to be a bad woman&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand to see you to be a bad man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss your heart so tender&lt;br /&gt;I will love this love forever&lt;br /&gt;This is why I am leavin&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I cant see ya no more&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I am lying&lt;br /&gt;When I say I dont love ya no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a good woman&lt;br /&gt;And I want for you to be a good man&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I am leavin&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I cant see ya no more&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I am lying&lt;br /&gt;When I say that I dont love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYsA_ZizHt4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYsA_ZizHt4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-8580466816694402809?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8580466816694402809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=8580466816694402809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8580466816694402809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8580466816694402809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmmyupexactlyugh.html' title='Hmm....yup'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-8560466479598857426</id><published>2009-02-11T16:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:03:47.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stumbled onto pure genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjgX1sXcOWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjgX1sXcOWE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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I blame my mother for telling me that I was smarter, putting me in honors classes, setting the bar extremely high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not above average. I've come to that conclusion. I am mediocre, and I think there is nothing worse in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, thanks to Cara and LUPEC for a lovely evening out. Someday we will be able to go shopping (at used and NOT used clothing stores), have dinner, and maybe meet for a pedi the next morning.  Soon my dear, things will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://limelinx.com/files/ac31dba21c5f3bb6c5b0f3651058084a" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://limelinx.com/files/&lt;wbr&gt;ac31dba21c5f3bb6c5b0f365105808&lt;wbr&gt;4a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club banger of the year says Kelsey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-243362233110326522?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/243362233110326522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=243362233110326522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/243362233110326522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/243362233110326522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-later.html' title='A Week Later...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-8176813337882049339</id><published>2009-01-14T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:34:55.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the complaint department?</title><content type='html'>For my own venting purposes I will now outline exactly WHY today pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had a bad dream this morning AFTER my alarm went off meaning a few things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I woke up later than I intended&lt;br /&gt;--I woke up with a headache feeling stressed out, mad, sad and incredibly annoyed I dreamt what I dreamt in the first place. I mean really? Seriously brain? Can we just get over it already please! thanks.&lt;br /&gt;--I slept on my stomach which I never do which caused my old lady back to be so stiff I couldn't even bend over to wash my face without wincing in pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I didn't make any cash tips last night so I had to use my only $10 to buy gas and didn't have any money to buy food. Deathwish came through and bought me lunch but I didn't eat anything healthy and now feel like crapola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I left work early to attend the House of Blues job fair, hoping to acquire a serving position at a place that will surely be busy and rake in the old dough I need, love and miss. There was no traffic (yay), I got a parking spot directly in front of the building where it was taking place (yay) but when I walked up to the line I asked "does the line start here?" and some dickface shithead said "line's closed sorry." to which I responded "I thought it was open til 7" (it was a lil after 530). A much nicer (and larger) gentlemen let me know that the HOB people only had the room til 7pm and it was taking them a long time to process the applicants so they closed the line down a few minutes before. Fail. I cried as soon as I got in my car. (I am a GIANT baby...apparently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It's cold as shit outside. A whopping 19 degrees and falling does not make me want to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there are  more than four reasons why I'm so agitated, but I guess that is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redeeming qualities of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeade Vegan Peanut Butter Cookies courtesy of Marcus&lt;br /&gt;Our Tea Collection&lt;br /&gt;The Lewd Acts podcast&lt;br /&gt;Patsy the maintenence Irishman coming to CAULK the holes in the entire house so that no more cute lil mice can come in and scare the crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...somehow that isn't enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to just watch this over and over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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style="text-align: center;"&gt; it's you i'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-3246112099949123386?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3246112099949123386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=3246112099949123386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/3246112099949123386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/3246112099949123386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-bit.html' title='Little Bit..'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-5926845210828035935</id><published>2009-01-09T07:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:01:31.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold World...</title><content type='html'>Has a blog now.&lt;br /&gt;Should be funny and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.howthegodschill.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.howthegodschill.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-1179371770426610479</id><published>2008-12-30T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:48:22.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh of relief</title><content type='html'>I love:&lt;br /&gt;iPhones&lt;br /&gt;our new lamps&lt;br /&gt;my slippers&lt;br /&gt;haircuts&lt;br /&gt;wearing high heels&lt;br /&gt;hulu.com&lt;br /&gt;808s and Heartbreaks&lt;br /&gt;sweaters&lt;br /&gt;white t-shirts&lt;br /&gt;sleeping&lt;br /&gt;March '09&lt;br /&gt;December 28th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love:&lt;br /&gt;holidays&lt;br /&gt;working&lt;br /&gt;people who lack patience, tact and common sense&lt;br /&gt;the mouse in our kitchen even though he's so cute&lt;br /&gt;being broke&lt;br /&gt;50 cent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Two young and attractive people who were at a company function. Their coworkers had all left and they were having drinks at the bar. Immediately one could tell that they were a little more than friendly. The body language was the key...turned in towards each other, legs almost touching, smirks, smiles, eye contact; it was all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing within an earshot I could hear the woman describing how she met her husband. It quickly became apparent that the man she was sitting with was not the man she was describing to him. Noticing wedding rings on both of them, I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps they were just old friends getting cozy after a few beverages, no scandal. After walking by a time or two, hand holding, leg touching...it was all there. It made me think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it impossible to be monogamous? Of course it isn't. There are plenty of happy couples who have never and would never cheat on their spouses. However, sexual attraction is human nature. It is an undeniable fact of who we are. Controlling this is something that has been instilled in us since a very young age. Sex is bad, something you should only do with someone you love, yadda yadda...it's mostly BS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a firm believer that there are many people out there that one could fall deeply in love with. I can't believe that there is ONE other person out there "for" you. Think of all of the people who have been married, engaged, in long term relationships who thought their significant other was the "one" but have ended that relationship to start a new one that worked out better, or maybe didn't start a new relationship and are still "looking".  I'm no love expert or guru, nor have I been in love multiple times, but even in my lackluster love life I can think of a few different people who, at their time, could have been the "one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having mentioned that, I'll bring it back to the point. Even if you are incredibly in love and in a happy, functioning relationship with someone, there is bound to be another person on this earth you are sexually attracted to. Not just "yeah he's kinda cute, i'd hit"  - but that tension, that connection that just draws you to a person and you'd love nothing more than to have a physical relationship with them. What if you meet that person someday? Worse yet...what if you are forced to work with them on a regular basis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the people at the bar first made me angry. I thought of the broken hearts of their respective spouses, what if they saw what I had seen?  They left seperately, so one could say it was innocent flirting, but to me... if I were that guys wife... I'd be upset. I'd be jealous, sad, confused, hurt, wondering what I could have done to keep him from wanting to be close to someone else.  Since I am not that mans wife and have no invested interest (other than this really long blog entry) in his relationship, I can look at it from a different perspective. I didn't feel angry at them anymore. I just felt sorry. I felt sorry that they can't act on their feelings an impulses to satisfy their very clear desire to be with one another. I felt sorry for their spouses that they had that desire in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then started to feel scared. When/if I ever get married, who's to say I will never be in that position? Who's to say my husband will never be in that position? It's completely human. Would I expect to be excused should I ever cheat on someone? No. Would I excuse that behavior of my spouse? Probably not.  It's something I shouldn't worry about currently, I'm sure... but it is something that is always in the back of my head, as I grow older, I realize how many people in relationships are not necessarily monogamous. Oh well, guess it'll go as #2397407938478 why I'm afraid of committed relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture isn't technically funny...but I laughed out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marriagecounseling4u.com/files/2072095/uploaded/infidelity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.marriagecounseling4u.com/files/2072095/uploaded/infidelity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-6472415224998858159?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6472415224998858159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=6472415224998858159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6472415224998858159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6472415224998858159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/imminent-infidelity.html' title='Imminent Infidelity?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-1588019962111501364</id><published>2008-12-15T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:57:03.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have this friend...</title><content type='html'>Who is the best person ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLwithPBoy: there is a cool picture of bill murray with a big moustache so I didn't shave today&lt;br /&gt;LOLwithPBoy: true story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-1588019962111501364?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1588019962111501364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=1588019962111501364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/1588019962111501364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/1588019962111501364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-this-friend.html' title='I have this friend...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-2867774976005606444</id><published>2008-12-14T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:49:13.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Mary and Joseph, I'm Tired...</title><content type='html'>What a week/weekend/month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach House, Ray Davies, Adults dancing,  Falafel, Rain, Party, Wine, Andre, the best people ever... I've had a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my car being frozen shut, and working too much and not making money, my weekend was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Deathwish Holiday party was a complete success. More pictures to surface soon. I am sore, tired, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stand-out photos courtesy of Chrissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192721_8461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192721_8461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The look I shot Asean right after he called me white trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192724_9104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 349px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192724_9104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Q and I making bememories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192733_1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192733_1043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian Barbaresco everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....More ranting and photos soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-2867774976005606444?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2867774976005606444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=2867774976005606444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/2867774976005606444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/2867774976005606444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/jesus-mary-and-joseph-im-tired.html' title='Jesus Mary and Joseph, I&apos;m Tired...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-7748516471317435434</id><published>2008-12-06T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T11:34:42.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things...</title><content type='html'>Saw Method Man and Redman last night. Got to stand on the stage all night downstairs at the Palladium thanks to Merrick. Made it that much better... Kind of the best show ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yE9h9V11pw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yE9h9V11pw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Legend Live. Go see it. Most flawless voice and performance ever. Here is a video of him performing on Oprah. 2 of my favorite things! I think wedding songs are kind of corny, but if I HAD to choose one for serious...it'd be his song "Stay With You".  I tell ya... not easy seeing that performed live at a concert by yourself sitting next to some busted chicks in the far balcony. Tugs at certain strings I'd rather not have messed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBZrVqd0ahQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBZrVqd0ahQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimpossible told me to listen to this girl. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8hWNyb0bNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8hWNyb0bNM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovaries!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHbGaDHmNfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHbGaDHmNfc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least.... always and forever one of my favorite things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ULZuCK_fgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ULZuCK_fgo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-7748516471317435434?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7748516471317435434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=7748516471317435434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7748516471317435434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7748516471317435434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-3271349436184221124</id><published>2008-12-01T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:21:50.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/STS2j3Dy2MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/L3VVYLD-Yow/s1600-h/for+sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/STS2j3Dy2MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/L3VVYLD-Yow/s200/for+sale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275041790749235394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was on the sidewalk at a busy intersection where bums spare for change. It's a boogie board for the snow. For Sale Best Offer... I should have given him five bucks for it, too bad I hate talking to bums. I'm always afraid their smell will travel to my nose. I hate the smell of homeless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I was reminded this weekend why I love having people stay at my house. Sometimes it's the greatest thing ever complete will late night talks and afternoon breakfasts. Good times with old friends and good times with new friends. I can still sleep 3 people in my bed comfortably...hallelujah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the latest Deathwish podcast. I sound like an idiot, per usual, but Marty is from Australia and he has a wonderful accent. Want to start your day off right? Talk to an Aussie for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deathwishinc.com/media"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.deathwishinc.com/media&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-3271349436184221124?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3271349436184221124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=3271349436184221124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/3271349436184221124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/3271349436184221124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-was-on-sidewalk-at-busy.html' title='For Sale'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/STS2j3Dy2MI/AAAAAAAAADQ/L3VVYLD-Yow/s72-c/for+sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-320049862936596</id><published>2008-11-23T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:26:42.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You pulled at the strings, and they were broken it seemed</title><content type='html'>You and I, we make a grand salute&lt;br /&gt;stare at eachother like lost little birds across the room&lt;br /&gt;and I remember the way you looked&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to dance, but I'd never shown it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love,&lt;br /&gt;I know I was wrong, but you know that you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;stay for a while while our leaves are still green&lt;br /&gt;please, for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I tried, but it's hard sometimes&lt;br /&gt;the roots don't take, it takes a while&lt;br /&gt;and you pull at the strings&lt;br /&gt;but they're broken, it seems&lt;br /&gt;the dance isn't over for me, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love,&lt;br /&gt;I know I was wrong, but you know that you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;my love&lt;br /&gt;stay for a while while our leaves are still green&lt;br /&gt;please, for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/basiamyspace"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/basiamyspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-320049862936596?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/320049862936596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=320049862936596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/320049862936596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/320049862936596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-pulled-at-strings-and-they-were.html' title='You pulled at the strings, and they were broken it seemed'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-5583227189417893956</id><published>2008-11-22T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:51:51.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew I liked having fun...</title><content type='html'>Last night. Great time. Went to the LUPEC USO event to benefit the woman's wing of the Shelter for Homeless Veterans. Great cocktails, nice treats and good music. Cara and I had a blast. Definitely got a little tipsy. Thanks to Tremont 647 for saving us from sure hypothermia and for the additional drinks and snacks. Fontina stuffed tater tots...yes please!  Last night I did something I never thought I'd do. I ate an oyster. Now I understand these little creatures are somewhat of a big deal, but I have absolutely NO interest in ever eating one again. Chrissy will be with me on this one...salty snots in a half shell. ew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSLjlXgkI/AAAAAAAAADI/JJpNgm2P2Ws/s1600-h/PB210262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSLjlXgkI/AAAAAAAAADI/JJpNgm2P2Ws/s320/PB210262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553722321175106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Testing out the camera, waiting for a cab, resembling those creepy twins in The Shining&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSLXrdRNI/AAAAAAAAADA/5su9cT7KLXg/s1600-h/PB210264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSLXrdRNI/AAAAAAAAADA/5su9cT7KLXg/s320/PB210264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553719125492946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vwalla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShOEz9BCII/AAAAAAAAAB4/1cl8E3wnbU0/s1600-h/PB210277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShOEz9BCII/AAAAAAAAAB4/1cl8E3wnbU0/s200/PB210277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549208409737346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShOEeZwx0I/AAAAAAAAABo/tBWvkkkKurM/s1600-h/PB210271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShOEeZwx0I/AAAAAAAAABo/tBWvkkkKurM/s200/PB210271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549202624726850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShOEuJi95I/AAAAAAAAABw/DeGb55yQ9xc/s1600-h/PB210274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShOEuJi95I/AAAAAAAAABw/DeGb55yQ9xc/s200/PB210274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549206851680146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSKNSsHUI/AAAAAAAAACo/NAUEd3Iwi4k/s1600-h/PB210286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSKNSsHUI/AAAAAAAAACo/NAUEd3Iwi4k/s320/PB210286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553699157384514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cara says peek-a-boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPgf6JgyI/AAAAAAAAACY/I4yE3NF0Pnc/s1600-h/PB210279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPgf6JgyI/AAAAAAAAACY/I4yE3NF0Pnc/s320/PB210279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550783576965922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You wish your hair was this shiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPfhT89BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PqZG2nmLJlA/s1600-h/PB210282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPfhT89BI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PqZG2nmLJlA/s320/PB210282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550766773761042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPfEYH0fI/AAAAAAAAACI/8CmHxwWmK54/s1600-h/PB210291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPfEYH0fI/AAAAAAAAACI/8CmHxwWmK54/s320/PB210291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550759006622194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need higher heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPey1x1yI/AAAAAAAAACA/NEJny_459sQ/s1600-h/PB210278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPey1x1yI/AAAAAAAAACA/NEJny_459sQ/s320/PB210278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550754299172642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder Thighs and Chicken Legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPggtLFXI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ai91mL6wmvU/s1600-h/PB210302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShPggtLFXI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ai91mL6wmvU/s320/PB210302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550783790978418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello Cara's Fernet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSKQWujxI/AAAAAAAAACw/LVFrnDrmpS4/s1600-h/PB210299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSKQWujxI/AAAAAAAAACw/LVFrnDrmpS4/s320/PB210299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553699979628306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hello water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSK5S3UhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J1CMzq55xts/s1600-h/PB210296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSK5S3UhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/J1CMzq55xts/s320/PB210296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553710969278994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaaaaand Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-5583227189417893956?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SShSLjlXgkI/AAAAAAAAADI/JJpNgm2P2Ws/s72-c/PB210262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-6181331532413161014</id><published>2008-11-21T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:29:12.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note To Self</title><content type='html'>Fix your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-6181331532413161014?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6181331532413161014/comments/default' 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heart</title><content type='html'>Another Sunday night in my apartment listening to music on the internet and spending more time than I need to on the world wide web. While I fully understand I could be taking this time to socialize with friends I don't see often, I am more than content being alone in my apartment listening to music and passing the time. Tonight I went a step further and with inspiration and a little direction from my absent roommate, I baked vegan banana bread. In 20 minutes I will know whether or not I'm a failure or a genius. Let's hope for the latter, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an odd thing to think about. I feel like this blog, which is essentially an account of things that go on inside my head on a daily basis, was much more inspired when I was much more miserable. Now that my life in regards to my sanity and emotions have stabilized a bit, I feel like I don't really have much to write about. Sure, with more regular entries the silly daily occurrences I find myself having would be much more interesting I suppose. Maybe I'll try that...for the sake of my trio of regular readers - two confirmed, one that might just stumble upon this here rant from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-focusing on the matter at hand in the previous paragraph, I wonder if some of the "great" writers of our time or times past are so great because they are miserable. Sure, Sylvia Plath is an obvious example and I do not claimed to be well versed on modern literature and the lives of those that write it - but it seems like perhaps some of my personal favorite books/authors are kind of fucked up. Bret Easton Ellis is one of my favorites - Only author whose entire catalog I've read. He is totally bonkers. One of my favorite (albeit incredibly corny) books I've read this year was "Eat Pray Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. I loved this book and found it incredibly inspirational, as I read it when I was so down in the dumps, I wasn't quite sure what was going to get me out. For the first time in my life I slightly considered taking anti-depressants. Quite glad I didn't go down that route - - but I digress. The author wrote that book during a nervous breakdown. Does it take being at rock bottom to create genius? Obviously not - look at that Candace lady and the Sex In The City books/series. One can say that is genius...or just genius marketing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was teaching a college class on literature of this century I would totally assign something regarding the study of authors and their sanity or insanity during their careers, mostly because I'm too lazy to do the research myself and I'm very curious to see what is up with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only inspiration lately comes from song lyrics. The amount of amazing singers, songwriters, lyricists out there is astounding. At least once a week I am moved by a line of a song.  I know now that I'm okay, because these things don't make me cry like they did before, but it's nice to still feel something. Instead of self pity now, it is admiration for the folks writing the music and their great ability to put emotion into words. Not something I aspire to do, but I am thankful that others have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GV9QmCpcu2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GV9QmCpcu2A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-5617330963393498573?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5617330963393498573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=5617330963393498573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/5617330963393498573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/5617330963393498573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dont-need-no-doctor-to-tear-me-aparti.html' title='I don&apos;t need no doctor to tear me apart....I just need you to mend my heart'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-8158700234140978726</id><published>2008-11-10T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:31:47.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder if our DVD player minds being a footrest...</title><content type='html'>After a week with out internet, television or couches, I am slowly learning how to get comfortable in my newly empty home. The couches are gone. There is a coffee table and a small dining table where they once were. After a few minutes of sitting here typing, i will go ahead and retract my statement about being comfortable. This shit kind of sucks. Hopefully I can get my ass in gear and go find some furniture to fill this void...and yes, I mean that in every cliched way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stress level is nice and high. I'm being very productive and I'm overly motivated to save money, work harder, make more money and so on and so forth. I'll work 7 days a week..I don't care anymore. Socializing and relaxing are meaning less to me as the days go by. Unfortunately, neither job I work shows results of the intensity of ones desire to work a ton. If hardcore kids buy a bunch of records instead of none, that won't affect my salary. If more people would come and order expensive cocktails at my restaurant, that would be awesome. However, I can't force anyone to do this. Therefore I'm rendered motivated and ready to bust ass at the restaurant, but bored and underworked/underpaid. Might be time to move on to greener more lucrative pastures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will work 60 hour work weeks and see the fruits of my labor. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wanted this blog to turn into less senseless babble from my brain and maybe exercise a more coherent and proper outlet for whatever writing skills I may possess. I've had an urge lately to write. Articles about music, interviews, opinion pieces...whatever. I have an issue with casual speaking within my writing. My issue is basically that it takes a little too much time to write a proper piece, and to be honest, these blog post come at my least focused and most emotionally desperate points. Sure, I don't feel like shit right now. Actually, I've been feeling happy lately. Perhaps that is why the entries have been scarce and slightly less dramatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I've taken my rambling to a whole new level. I wish I could find a focus or a theme, other than how unfocused and incoherent I am. Perhaps that will just be the theme forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been home alone for a few days now. If anyone wants to come over and reassure me there aren't intruders in my house at all times, that would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has taken me over an hour to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank and blame the following people for my awesome distractions: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim for Basia Bulat&lt;br /&gt;My endless entertainer: bathrub.&lt;br /&gt;Bon Iver/youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-8158700234140978726?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8158700234140978726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=8158700234140978726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8158700234140978726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8158700234140978726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wonder-if-our-dvd-player-minds-being.html' title='I wonder if our DVD player minds being a footrest...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-954453273335835158</id><published>2008-10-27T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:37:19.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because you're yelling, doesn't mean it's funny</title><content type='html'>Dear people who think being loud and obnoxious is funny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not funny to yell.  It's actually quite annoying. Recently I started watching some episodes of "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia." While there is some great writing and acting, I found myself disappointed when watching the few early episodes I found on Hulu. Why does Charlie have to scream all the time? Do people really yell like this in real life?  I should hope not. It reminds me of some Jack Black shit that is so played out and annoying. Chris Farley is possibly the only comedian that has made me laugh while throwing some type of yelling fit accompanied by outrageous physical comedy. I am not trying to jump on the "good ole days of SNL" bandwagon, but it is true. It suited his character and just worked for some reason. In conclusion, I will still watch future episodes of "It's Always Sunny...," but I will be annoyed every time one of the characters FREAKS out. Inside voices people, subtle humor, step your game up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop eating people's old french fries pigeon. Have some self respect. Don't you know you can fly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZZ45oTn4SU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZZ45oTn4SU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-954453273335835158?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/954453273335835158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=954453273335835158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/954453273335835158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/954453273335835158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-because-youre-yelling-doesnt-mean.html' title='Just because you&apos;re yelling, doesn&apos;t mean it&apos;s funny'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-8559292448525742437</id><published>2008-10-17T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:07:01.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing...</title><content type='html'>I've been miraculously speechless lately. Perhaps not in life, but in blog...bloglyfe, if you will. A serious lack of inspiration could be to blame. Although I've been listening to some amazing music lately, I feel absolutely no need to review and write about it on this blog. You'd think someone in my position might want to share opinions on music, but since music is all that I think about and talk about all day (in a variety of ways, and a variety of bands) it seems like this should provide and outlet for me to NOT talk about music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel a little bit like my old self. My grip is back, my brain is moderately in control - the analytical/rational side is winning over the emotional side, so I feel like I'm on top. I'm always voting for rationality over emotion - it's so much easier. I am sure something/someone will come along soon enough and send me whirling back into the all too stereotypical female insanity that I made a part of my life in the past year. Let's hope, for everyone involved, that I've got it out of my system, and we don't go back to that horrible place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This upcoming week will prove to be a real shitshow. I'll be leaving for New York City on Sunday morning, meeting up with my bff once removed (from boston) John Liam Policastro - aka Pboy for an UCB improv show. VERY excited...fingers crossed - Tina Fey will show up and adopt me as her protege/best friend/personal assistant.  I'll be residing in lovely brooklyn with twoms (pentucket regional middle school hayyyyyy) and hopefully meeting up with my lil sister from a different mister Jenny from the block (not Lo...oh no), and a whole slew of NYC folk. I got new business cards so I'll try and be productive and give them to all the right people and in turn, some of the wrong people. I'm incredibly focused on work lately and highly motivated, which generally stems from a workload that is somewhat unfathomable, but completely necessary. I'll take the boltbus on wednesday morning home to go straight to Dante, try and make some dollars, sleep, work, Dante (reprise, thursday style) and then go back to New York on Friday. Trap Them on Saturday with Akimbo and other special guests and if the stars align and things go my way, I'll see Jay Reatard on Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see me, bring me emergen-c, echinacea and anything that might relieve stress and prevent a cold, because all signs point to Monday October 27th as being the day I get my first bad cold of the season. Nothing like stress, nyc and some travel to ruin your immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at this point I'd like to take the time to refer to the beginning of this post where I state that I don't have much to say. Even I knew that was bullshit when I was writing it. Like I could be short of words...please. Anyone know how babbling on incessantly about any subject can make me some money, I'm all ears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10pm on a Friday night and I want nothing more than to fall asleep, which, is what I'll go ahead and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you and goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fortheloveofblush.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://fortheloveofblush.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-8559292448525742437?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8559292448525742437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=8559292448525742437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8559292448525742437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8559292448525742437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-got-nothing.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-4334412024196376826</id><published>2008-10-13T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:56:23.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna be real sad...</title><content type='html'>When william shatner dies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-4334412024196376826?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4334412024196376826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=4334412024196376826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/4334412024196376826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/4334412024196376826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-gonna-be-real-sad.html' title='I&apos;m gonna be real sad...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-6181967639575176350</id><published>2008-10-05T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:24:19.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good readings on the innernets</title><content type='html'>2 People that I find very interesting are interviewed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I've only met once and exchanged a few e-mails with. His name is Patrick and he sings for End Of A Year. The few e-mails I mentioned were pretty basic, publicist band stuff...but there was a hint of oddball humor to them, that I can appreciate..and am starting to understand more. I think that we will be friends..OR I'll just keep reading interviews he does and blog posts he makes and silently appreciate his humor and honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is George, who sings for Blacklisted. If you know me, you know about Blacklisted. This band changed my life. At this moment, I can't really pinpoint how they've affected me, in detail on this blog. It will come out in my autobiography. Anyway, I feel like I could write a zillion word essay on George and how I've grown to know him over the past few years and how he never ceases to impress me, confuse me, surprise me and inspire me. That was super corny...but so is half the stuff I write in here...so there you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the interviews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cracksinthewalls.blogspot.com/"&gt;READ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-6181967639575176350?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6181967639575176350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=6181967639575176350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6181967639575176350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6181967639575176350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-readings-on-innernets.html' title='good readings on the innernets'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-5572792638733165604</id><published>2008-09-29T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:25:44.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to my voice. Love my voice.</title><content type='html'>Listen to the Deathcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 is up now. New Trap Them song and an interview with one of the nicest humans ever -- Rob Moran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deathwishinc.com/media"&gt;Click Here For A Good Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-5572792638733165604?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5572792638733165604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=5572792638733165604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/5572792638733165604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/5572792638733165604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/listen-to-my-voice-love-my-voice.html' title='Listen to my voice. Love my voice.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-5841267112194081314</id><published>2008-09-28T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T09:07:54.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tugging on the sleeve, of how it used to be.</title><content type='html'>Nostalgia is a bitch. Well, I suppose it wouldn't be if things were slightly different. Do you only have fond memories of the past when you aren't creating fond memories of the present? Lately I've been thinking back to when I was absolutely and totally happy. I would love to live again and have greg, hook and brian hanging out in my room - laughing hysterically at ourselves. I don't know what it was, but that was the best time ever. Years have passed and even if we were all in the same room again, it wouldn't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that for this christmas me, adam, greg, walter, twoms, karl, kerry, mark and sean would be at stephanies house in her sunroom eating cookies, drinking tea, and wrestling, with an occasional glance at a porno mag. That would be really great. Like the aforementioned hypothetical hanging out arrangement, this one would end in the same way. If that happened, this christmas, it'd be great, but it wouldn't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that is fine. It's part of life, but I'm slowly finding that there has been no supplement to that. It's completely my fault. I told a friend this week, when discussing having two jobs and working 6/7 days a week, to be ready for when your friends stop calling you cause you're always working. At first you're sad, but after a while you realize they are right, you simply aren't around. I've gone from having a solid group of friends who were together pretty much at all times, to luckily having a roomate who I love and get a long great with. I have a lot of friends, in a lot of different circles, but I suppose it's in a more "adult" fashion of having friends. You work, do your own thing, and have the occasional dinner date planned with a friend, or a few friends, and that is it. You talk about how much you miss one another and how you have to hang out more, but alas, life gets in the way, and unless you have someone totally incorporated into your life schedule, it's just not going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the point of this entry is. I can't get back to the past, nothing really is going to change, and this is all part of growing up. I'm also not going to have any more time. I'm about to talk to my friend about picking up shifts at her restaurant in addition to the other jobs I have. I need to save $2500 by July... you can paypal donations to nicolewhv@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and vote Obama. I don't hate McCain, but I am scared of Sarah Palin - so yeah, if that bitch gets in office I am moving to Australia or London. So basically, if you like me and want me to stay here to hang out with you -- vote obama. It would basically translate into a vote for ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw this picture on my computer, I love it. It stars vince...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SN-rA_nje0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KOlQ1A6fkTI/s1600-h/vince+and+i+at+cbs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SN-rA_nje0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KOlQ1A6fkTI/s200/vince+and+i+at+cbs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251103724102974274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-5841267112194081314?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5841267112194081314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=5841267112194081314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/5841267112194081314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/5841267112194081314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-tugging-on-sleeve-of-how-it-used-to.html' title='I&apos;m tugging on the sleeve, of how it used to be.'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SN-rA_nje0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/KOlQ1A6fkTI/s72-c/vince+and+i+at+cbs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-6832183231116843293</id><published>2008-09-16T08:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:52:26.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL on AIM</title><content type='html'>mynameisscum: ahem&lt;br /&gt;11:50 AM&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Hollis-Vitale: hello&lt;br /&gt;mynameisscum: stupid question&lt;br /&gt;mynameisscum: you on AOL?&lt;br /&gt;mynameisscum: or AIM?&lt;br /&gt;mynameisscum: and&lt;br /&gt;mynameisscum: did you useta hang in chat?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Hollis-Vitale: no&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Hollis-Vitale: i am on aim, but uhh i don't go to chat rooms&lt;br /&gt;mynameisscum: did you used to?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Hollis-Vitale: no&lt;br /&gt;mynameisscum: ok my bad&lt;br /&gt;mynameisscum: mistaken identity&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Hollis-Vitale: have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;mynameisscum: i know the chick who had the AOL name of this, latez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-6832183231116843293?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6832183231116843293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=6832183231116843293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6832183231116843293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6832183231116843293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-on-aim.html' title='LOL on AIM'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-889366325346584266</id><published>2008-09-13T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:41:45.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playa Playa</title><content type='html'>It's almost 2am. Just got home from work. Had a nice lil jaunt through Dorchester/Roxbury, with D'Angelo as my soundtrack.  This trip home from work made me remember 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have an AMAZING sense of direction. Just when I think I've finally gotten lost, BAM! - Dudley Sq, homeward bound. Sometimes I amaze myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ULZuCK_fgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ULZuCK_fgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhh yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note...goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-889366325346584266?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/889366325346584266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=889366325346584266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/889366325346584266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/889366325346584266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/playa-playa.html' title='Playa Playa'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-3987696874872308623</id><published>2008-09-09T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:37:59.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy day on the blog...</title><content type='html'>Im stealing this from Kelsey.&lt;br /&gt;Thought it'd be a good place to post a survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming someday... A song by song relation to my life starring Destiny's Childs #1 Hits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;Danielle, Michelle, Kim, Kelsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the first time you ever kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;A hotel room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever made out in a public bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell your mom everything?&lt;br /&gt;If by everything you mean nothing, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer, whiskey, or wine?&lt;br /&gt;Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done something outrageously dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had the cops called on you?&lt;br /&gt;No way. Im terrified of getting in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was your last shower?&lt;br /&gt;Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last see your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you danced?&lt;br /&gt;Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd try a little harder in college, uhh work out a little more...but basically, I'm pretty ok with how life has been going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever crawled through your window?&lt;br /&gt;I got bars on them shits, don't even try it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last ride in a car with?&lt;br /&gt;James from the UK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something you're currently frustrated about?&lt;br /&gt;ay ay ay.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you and your number 1 become friends?&lt;br /&gt;Considering this is a myspace survey...my #1 is Blacklisted and I became friends with them when they stayed at my house to record. Life changing event really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you yelled at?&lt;br /&gt;Andy or Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;br /&gt;I always knew my spine was crooked, but lately I've realized it isn't even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you sent a comment/message on myspace?&lt;br /&gt;Kelsey. RUFFNECK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;everyone? danielle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you told anybody you loved them today?&lt;br /&gt;outloud? no. in my head? yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever taken a nap with a member of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you speak to your mother today?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you slowly drifting away from someone close?&lt;br /&gt;I think probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Work, burrito, internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;work then work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell a stranger if they had spinach in their teeth?&lt;br /&gt;depends on how much i like the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you found out you couldn't have kids, would you adopt?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to eliminate a single type of animal forever, which would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh frogz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lied about your age?&lt;br /&gt;Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had an encounter with the police?&lt;br /&gt;yes of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could give your parents one gift, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;mom - a house. dad - house on the beach in costa rica and good surf forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever stolen something out of someone's yard?&lt;br /&gt;if by yard you mean bathroom...yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever written anything on a bathroom wall or door?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. no graffiti 4 me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When playing truth or dare, which do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;usually truth. imma wuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever open a bag of chips in the grocery store and eat them before paying?&lt;br /&gt;Chips no. Marshmellows, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the first female and male you talked to today??&lt;br /&gt;james and janelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Life, love, summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh, jury is out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the weirdest thing you've heated in a microwave?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...a damp towel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a zebra?&lt;br /&gt;No...but I got new zebra print pillowcases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone disappointed you recently?&lt;br /&gt;No, not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Spring babbling on Americas Got Talent. Some fatso is about to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose you see your girlfriend/boyfriend kissing another person what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably smile, flip them the bird, then call on of the aforementioned girls and start crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you plan on moving within the next year?&lt;br /&gt;Would love to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your father right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping before work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a morning person or a night?&lt;br /&gt;Depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;Yessssss uggghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish somebody would call you? And why?&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would call me and say "I have 10 million dollars for you" OR "come live with me on an island"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about going to job #2 tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and No. I'd say no...These emotion things I've developed in the last 2 years are CRAZY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken or single?&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Stomache ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone likes you would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...chances are I like you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in celebrating anniversaries?&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have trouble deleting your text messages?&lt;br /&gt;Well, since my phone deleted my saved ones for me and since then there hasn't been anything work saving...then no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather go to a baseball game or a football game?&lt;br /&gt;baseball with chucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still talk to the person you last kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ex REALLY needs you at 3 am and you have a way to his/her house - would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah probably...Imma good friend at all hours of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you hangout with last night?&lt;br /&gt;James and Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the week?&lt;br /&gt;Work x 1 million&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours did you sleep?&lt;br /&gt;7 or 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go a day without eating?&lt;br /&gt;I could I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to your number 2?&lt;br /&gt;my #2 on myspace is Deathwish. I talk with deathwish every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone that smokes pot?&lt;br /&gt;I know a few people who do weed, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there someone you want to fight?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha ew no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever told you they're in love with you?&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in true love?&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss your past?&lt;br /&gt;I'm tugging on the sleeve of how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;This and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your ex still likes you?&lt;br /&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever regretted letting someone go?&lt;br /&gt;if you love something, set it free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone in the military currently?&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;h20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely. I think it's a shame if they're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you held hands with someone?&lt;br /&gt;Ha...couple weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Um NOTHING OBVIOUSLY IM PERFECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose house did you go to today?&lt;br /&gt;mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was last to cook for you?&lt;br /&gt;clean/danielle...my caretakers, i'd die without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you're wearing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Probably something similar to what i wore today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last fall asleep with?&lt;br /&gt;None of your beezwax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe that there is always room in your heart for your first love?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZROqetjPf5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZROqetjPf5E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-3987696874872308623?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3987696874872308623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=3987696874872308623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/3987696874872308623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/3987696874872308623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-day-on-blog.html' title='Busy day on the blog...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-8996340374938154113</id><published>2008-09-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:09:54.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a stone where my heart should be...</title><content type='html'>Said the moon was ours, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Said the moon was ours, the hell with the day&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight is always gonna take love away&lt;br /&gt;Brings up suspicions and alibies&lt;br /&gt;But I can see blue, tear-blinded eyes&lt;br /&gt;Lies, lies, lies, ohh lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a stone where my heart should be&lt;br /&gt;I got a stone where my heart should be&lt;br /&gt;And nothing I do will make you love me&lt;br /&gt;I'd leave this time, break all my ties&lt;br /&gt;Be no more use for any disguise&lt;br /&gt;Lies, lies, lies, ohh lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die without pain&lt;br /&gt;I wanna die, oh, without pain&lt;br /&gt;All this desception I just can't maintain&lt;br /&gt;The sun, moon, the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;It'd hurt me too bad if you said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Lies, lies, lies, ohh lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://randt.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/pe-black_keys-attack_and_release.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://randt.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/pe-black_keys-attack_and_release.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-8996340374938154113?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8996340374938154113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=8996340374938154113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8996340374938154113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8996340374938154113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-got-stone-where-my-heart-should-be.html' title='I got a stone where my heart should be...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-490533963477398859</id><published>2008-09-08T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:22:41.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No thanks for the stomache ache...</title><content type='html'>It is Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a way to update this blog from my phone...but I'd probably get into a million accidents - and really, nobody wants that, with the exception of a few people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Wilkes-Barre on Saturday to celebrate my dear friend Hannah's baby shower. It was tons of fun. I'd never been to a shower...the games, the gifts, the snacks..mrs decker and mrs mook! I couldn't have asked for a better saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning the sun was shining, and I left WB.  Big thanks to dan and hannah for being wonderful people. I can't wait for Ruby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get out for a bit and take a drive by myself. The playlist included but was not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Keys&lt;br /&gt;Jacobs Stories&lt;br /&gt;J. Tillman&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;John Legend&lt;br /&gt;Okkervil River&lt;br /&gt;City and Colour &lt;br /&gt;** Dear all dudes in touring bands with girlfriends that you love... You lose cause you didn't write the song "the girl" - listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me I was trouble over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I naturally said... "what? me? trouble...no way!"&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I might be trouble...&lt;br /&gt;and I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://melissafarley.com/site_images/ihateyouweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://melissafarley.com/site_images/ihateyouweb.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-490533963477398859?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/490533963477398859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=490533963477398859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/490533963477398859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/490533963477398859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-thanks-for-stomache-ache.html' title='No thanks for the stomache ache...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-1706188190888391058</id><published>2008-09-02T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:11:50.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't feel like helping you anymore</title><content type='html'>But I have to, so I will, but let it be known, I will complain about it to myself and probably danielle and be as bratty about it as possible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: this post is not about one person. It is unfortunately about many. blerg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-1706188190888391058?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1706188190888391058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=1706188190888391058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/1706188190888391058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/1706188190888391058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-feel-like-helping-you-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t feel like helping you anymore'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-7029671428580349006</id><published>2008-08-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:26:57.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucky Edge</title><content type='html'>I just want to dedicate a post to my good friend Charles Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been on tour for a while now, but I got to see him the other day at a show and hang for a little bit.  I may not get to see him all the time, or talk to him everyday - but that doesn't matter. He recently wrote in his blog (see links) about celebrating life - and whether he knows it or not, he is doing a wonderful job, and he's a friend I can turn to, no matter what, and instantly be happy with. No dwelling on the negative, only the positive - and how can you not be happy with someone who laughed WAY more at the movie Semi-Pro than anyone should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - Chucky, thanks - you rule. I feel bad for people who aren't your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cheyenne-elks.com/images/elk_painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://cheyenne-elks.com/images/elk_painting.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-7029671428580349006?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7029671428580349006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=7029671428580349006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7029671428580349006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7029671428580349006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/chucky-edge.html' title='Chucky Edge'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-7161737857680875332</id><published>2008-08-28T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:20:17.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is hahdcoah</title><content type='html'>First - I'd like to just put it out there that I really would like a digital camera. It'd be great to post some pics here on this blog, and/or just have them...ya know, for memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Hardcore Fest in Philly was this past weekend. Without going into a ton of detail - shit was a good time. Always nice to see friends and all of that. Here are highlights and lo-lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights:&lt;br /&gt;Traveling with Rich - great travel buddy&lt;br /&gt;The Sheraton in Ctr City and King Size Beds&lt;br /&gt;Madball - starring Freddy&lt;br /&gt;Richmond&lt;br /&gt;Blacklisted - favorite band&lt;br /&gt;Joe Hardcore wearing glasses&lt;br /&gt;The Bloody Mary I had to start my day on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;California invasion&lt;br /&gt;Oscar the dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolights:&lt;br /&gt;5am trains out of Philly&lt;br /&gt;Eating too much candy&lt;br /&gt;Not eating enough Govindas&lt;br /&gt;Car being towed on my arrival home&lt;br /&gt;Saying bye to people I wish I saw everyday (lets get rid of the midwest, CT, Delaware...I want to be no more than 10hrs away from philly, richmond, and all parts of CA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it. I wish I had some photos...but please, see opening line of this entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-7161737857680875332?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7161737857680875332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=7161737857680875332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7161737857680875332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/7161737857680875332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-hahdcoah.html' title='this is hahdcoah'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-6208710190866639307</id><published>2008-08-18T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:29:02.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Watermelon...</title><content type='html'>I want to eat you every day. Such a refreshing treat late in the afternoon, please know, I'll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ruudvisser.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/watermelon_448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ruudvisser.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/watermelon_448.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-6208710190866639307?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6208710190866639307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=6208710190866639307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6208710190866639307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/6208710190866639307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-watermelon.html' title='Dear Watermelon...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-529009351377757516</id><published>2008-08-15T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:12:17.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind the Behind...</title><content type='html'>Okay. This update is long overdue. I'm sure it doesn't really matter, as KP is the only one that is waiting for it, haha...but here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles:&lt;br /&gt;Love your weather.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really like the city.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this is a generic complaint, but everything is too spread out. I'm small, I like small things - crowded cities, all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG thanks to Liz for giving me the best hair cut ever. No thanks to Liz for the haircut because it makes me want to fly to LA every 6 months to have her cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting cute earrings on Melrose was a highlight, and seeing my friend Lynn from college. Shouts to her for the air mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound and Fury:&lt;br /&gt;Please read the 2 blog entries that Blacklisted wrote right after the weekend. Pretty much sums it up.  Good fest, good bands, good friends.  Long days, some not so great bands, and well... I wish I could just put all my real friends in a bubble, and toss everyone else aside. Such is life... oh aquaintances, how I don't need any more of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Barbara weather is great. Michelle, the other side of my brain, gets props for well, being the other side of my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Shipwreck for giving me a ride to Sacramento. I felt an earthquake at Starbucks on the way up. It was cool. Wouldn't want to feel the big guy though, shit was kind of nuts. Hi Sacramento. Love Killing the Dream. Good gig. Seeing Blacklisted, Rise and Fall, Shipwreck, KTD and A&amp;O was a great time...would do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time in the bay area was awesome. I stayed at my dear friend Kims house - big thank you to her and her roomates for letting me stay. I mostly just chilled in the city during the day, sat in parks, shopped, read my book, watched all the crazies. Then at night it was hanging out. SAw some Kevin Nealon stand up -- that was funny - basically  hanging out with Mr. Anthony Hook can make me happy and feel at home anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lovely faces I saw - war hungry, jason t, lil debbie, sam, Toast, Jorie, Naoma, and of course, Rise and Fall and Alpha and Omega. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the Santa Cruz boardwalk was awesome for my last day. See some photo strips below. I'll post some other random pics as I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, its Friday and I got let out early from the restaurant. I've worked there most days I've been home...Im looking forward to philly next weekend. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SKYJjxq3JlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WpXRRBE8ARs/s1600-h/photobooth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SKYJjxq3JlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WpXRRBE8ARs/s320/photobooth3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234882127097964114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SKYJdd5-x3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/k7If4Pcvv6Y/s1600-h/photobooth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SKYJdd5-x3I/AAAAAAAAAAg/k7If4Pcvv6Y/s320/photobooth2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234882018713454450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SKYJSi78pzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9efKlDHqScs/s1600-h/photobooth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SKYJSi78pzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9efKlDHqScs/s320/photobooth1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234881831085319986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-529009351377757516?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/529009351377757516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=529009351377757516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/529009351377757516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/529009351377757516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title='Rewind the Behind...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SKYJjxq3JlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/WpXRRBE8ARs/s72-c/photobooth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-157000146742858097</id><published>2008-07-23T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T11:16:27.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Time Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>This time tomorrow where will we be&lt;br /&gt;On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea&lt;br /&gt;This time tomorrow what will we know&lt;br /&gt;Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show&lt;br /&gt;Ill leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Seven miles below ma I can see the world and it aint so big at all&lt;br /&gt;This time tomorrow what will we see&lt;br /&gt;Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets&lt;br /&gt;I dont where Im going, I dont want to see&lt;br /&gt;I feel the world below me looking up at me&lt;br /&gt;Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by&lt;br /&gt;And Im in perpetual motion and the world below doesnt matter much to me&lt;br /&gt;This time tomorrow where will we be&lt;br /&gt;On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea&lt;br /&gt;This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/541210%7EAirplane-Flying-Through-Clouds-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/541210%7EAirplane-Flying-Through-Clouds-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-157000146742858097?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/157000146742858097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=157000146742858097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/157000146742858097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/157000146742858097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-time-tomorrow.html' title='This Time Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-1006787086211538325</id><published>2008-07-20T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T07:43:06.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great weekend...</title><content type='html'>I think the key to happiness is going to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to a magical land where we jumped off small bridge into a lazy river of sorts that led to the ocean. we floated down on rafts until we hit the shore.  Best thing ever? yes actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wish I could go to the beach every day. The growing desire to up and move to a beach town somewhere to live out my days is not easy to ignore.  If I disappear ever...look to the coasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few days til California...thank goodness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-1006787086211538325?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1006787086211538325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=1006787086211538325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/1006787086211538325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/1006787086211538325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-great-weekend.html' title='Another great weekend...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-332363286937499141</id><published>2008-07-17T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:48:52.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ay ay ay (pronounced eye eye eye)</title><content type='html'>What a week it has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so disappointed by a number of people this week, I feel like maybe I've set a new record.  I don't know how I got duped into befriending such dramatic, immature assholes - but hey, I guess we all make mistakes.  Thank you hardcore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice in the past week have I been confronted by weird men at red lights. The first told me that he could do some body work on my car for cheap, then told me I was pretty, so it'd be REAL cheap. I guess I'll take the compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the dialogue of th 2nd incident:&lt;br /&gt;Man in Minivan: Hey, wanna race?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No&lt;br /&gt;Man in Minivan: Really, no?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, actually not at all&lt;br /&gt;Man in Minivan: How do you get to 90?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go straight,  you'll see it.&lt;br /&gt;Man in Minivan: So you like tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yup&lt;br /&gt;Man in Minivan: I just got one on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hm, that's cool. did it hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Man in Minivan: It was okay. Really hurt when it went across my nipple.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yeah I bet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, thank god, the series of red lights ended. See title of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL love this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/37A3EsOgNqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/37A3EsOgNqU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SH9rq64IE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ehkflsgwY3M/s1600-h/carriershirtsoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SH9rq64IE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ehkflsgwY3M/s320/carriershirtsoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224012477876409154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-332363286937499141?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/332363286937499141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=332363286937499141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/332363286937499141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/332363286937499141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/ay-ay-ay-pronounced-eye-eye-eye.html' title='ay ay ay (pronounced eye eye eye)'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SH9rq64IE0I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ehkflsgwY3M/s72-c/carriershirtsoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-4845090856307219533</id><published>2008-07-13T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:21:52.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend...</title><content type='html'>FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;    I don't know why, but there is something about being at Club Lido in Revere that just makes a lady want to drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout Outs to my designated driver/roomie danielle, and to kayla..sup squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me, you probably know exactly what was going on in my head while at that show, and lets be honest - you'd probably want to knock back a few vodka sodas as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;-Hangover&lt;br /&gt;-Beach&lt;br /&gt;- Sunburn/Tan&lt;br /&gt;-Home&lt;br /&gt;-Bar&lt;br /&gt;-Laughs&lt;br /&gt;-Pictures...coming soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;-Visit Isis' mom....&lt;br /&gt;figured just to round out a relatively happy weekend where I had some fun, I'd end it in the true "hey life is alright? oh no wait...its sad and so are you" fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have a nice tan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-4845090856307219533?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4845090856307219533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=4845090856307219533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/4845090856307219533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/4845090856307219533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-871299018465991367</id><published>2008-07-13T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:14:20.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://melissafarley.com/site_images/ihateyouweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://melissafarley.com/site_images/ihateyouweb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://melissafarley.com/site_images/presenttony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://melissafarley.com/site_images/presenttony.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Didn't Know How To Tell You, So I Wrote It On A Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think images and caption speak for itself. If there was one that said "I Miss You," that'd be up there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos/caption are by Melissa Farley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melissafarley.com/"&gt;http://www.melissafarley.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-871299018465991367?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/871299018465991367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=871299018465991367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/871299018465991367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/871299018465991367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-didnt-know-how-to-tell-you-so-i-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-2865202539836923713</id><published>2008-07-06T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:17:54.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I...</title><content type='html'>(in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- took a walk&lt;br /&gt;- visited castle island, saw jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;- loved the ocean&lt;br /&gt;- got so anxious my hands wouldn't stop shaking&lt;br /&gt;- bought a pack of cigarettes (stopped aforementioned shaking)&lt;br /&gt;- watched a movie&lt;br /&gt;- wanted to leave&lt;br /&gt;- didn't leave&lt;br /&gt;- thought i'd be happier&lt;br /&gt;- wanted to shut off my phone (didn't happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plans for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-get an early start to fully enjoy one anothers company in this beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;-stop feeling sorry for ourselves, it's not very attractive&lt;br /&gt;-make plans for our future&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davidsanger.com/images/india/7-318-9.elephant.y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.davidsanger.com/images/india/7-318-9.elephant.y.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-2865202539836923713?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2865202539836923713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=2865202539836923713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/2865202539836923713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/2865202539836923713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/today-i.html' title='Today I...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-8918206474739803165</id><published>2008-07-01T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:19:50.618-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snacks'/><title type='text'>Dear Apples with Peanut Butter</title><content type='html'>I love you and I think you are the best thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;Peanut Butter unknowingly on my face is a risk I am willing to take, to indulge in you...my favorite snack ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/1955628306_1cd0f41f79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/1955628306_1cd0f41f79.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-8918206474739803165?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8918206474739803165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=8918206474739803165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8918206474739803165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/8918206474739803165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/dear-apples-with-peanut-butter.html' title='Dear Apples with Peanut Butter'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/1955628306_1cd0f41f79_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-55269335426010147</id><published>2008-06-28T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:03:11.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Eyebrow Rings...</title><content type='html'>Why are you still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/1282489176_159e4ec953_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/1282489176_159e4ec953_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-55269335426010147?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/55269335426010147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=55269335426010147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/55269335426010147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/55269335426010147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-eyebrow-rings.html' title='Dear Eyebrow Rings...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1403/1282489176_159e4ec953_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-3620290040115317480</id><published>2008-04-05T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:00:25.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope there is someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- /* openads=http://209.50.243.101/openads bannerid=29 zoneid=11 source= */ if (typeof phpAds_adg == 'undefined') {  document.write('&lt;scr'+'ipt language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" src="http://209.50.243.101/openads/adg.js"&gt;&lt;/scr'+'ipt&gt;'); } //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" type="text/javascript" src="http://209.50.243.101/openads/adg.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-2633654272685046"; google_alternate_ad_url = "http://www.lyricsmania.com/"; google_ad_width = 160; google_ad_height = 600; google_ad_format = "160x600_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel = ""; google_color_border = "0C1F50"; google_color_bg = "0C1F50"; google_color_link = "9999AA"; google_color_text = "FFFFFF"; google_color_url = "9999AA"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's someone&lt;br /&gt;Who'll take care of me&lt;br /&gt;When I die, will I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's someone&lt;br /&gt;Who'll set my heart free&lt;br /&gt;Nice to hold when I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a ghost on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;When I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;How can I fall asleep at night&lt;br /&gt;How will I rest my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm scared of the middle place&lt;br /&gt;Between light and nowhere&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;Left in there, left in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a man on the horizon&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I'd go to bed&lt;br /&gt;If I fall to his feet tonight&lt;br /&gt;Will allow rest my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's hoping I will not drown&lt;br /&gt;Or paralyze in light&lt;br /&gt;And godsend I don't want to go&lt;br /&gt;To the seal's watershed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's someone&lt;br /&gt;Who'll take care of me&lt;br /&gt;When I die, Will I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope there's someone&lt;br /&gt;Who'll set my heart free&lt;br /&gt;Nice to hold when I'm tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091207342797743488-3620290040115317480?l=ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3620290040115317480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091207342797743488&amp;postID=3620290040115317480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/3620290040115317480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091207342797743488/posts/default/3620290040115317480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihopenobodyreadsthis.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hope-there-is-someone.html' title='I hope there is someone...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L4WImqiJ-U0/SWdzZ8eLN8I/AAAAAAAAADk/yRIUSZufDhw/S220/PB210302.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
