Nicole be Thinking...

my 1996 jeep cherokee's name is aloysius. i love him. we're like... married. however, it's a love/hate relationship because aloysius is a piece of shit. EVERYTHING is wrong with him. he's always in the shop... i put $400-500 on him every time something goes wrong. it's ridiculous. but he's MINE. well... yesterday someone tried to steal him... i was taking out my trash, about to leave and start my day when i noticed that my passenger side door was open like i didn't close it all the way. but i don't use the passenger side that often, so i knew that i didn't leave it open. i went and looked and noticed that the lock was all messed up. and i was like... "damn... here we go again." i opened the door and looked around and nothing was missing. nothing looked disturbed and then i noticed the ignition. they broke the box off and fucked up the wires. i put the key in and tried to turn it and couldn't. seems like they put a screw driver in it or ...

i've been blogging for a while... blogger, live journal, xanga... it's a great outlet. after a while, i ended up on myspace with a small following of readers and it got weird. people would see me and want to discuss my blog with me. soon, i stopped blogging. without my blog myspace had no purpose for me. i'm ready to start again, but first there are some things you should know... some people get offended by some things i say/write. knowing this, i generally start a blog explaining where my words come from. i was born in oakland, california. my family moved to las vegas, new mexico, when i was in 6th grade and then back to california when i got to 7th grade. right before high school my family moved again to nashville, tennessee. i spent all four years of high school there and promptly went back to california after graduation to go to san francisco state university. san francisco was fun, but it was expensive. so i am back in nashville trying to get a damn degree. i was ...

i work in a call center at a hotel... and it sucks... i've been working since i was 16. my daddy didn't want me to get a job. he told me that once i started i wouldn't want to stop. i wanted to buy a prom dress so i wasn't tryna hear him. so... here i am... 5 years deep in the work force, working my 9th terrible job. ok... so they haven't all been terrible and this one isn't always bad, but as of late i have been wishing i hadn't started working in high school. there is something great about having my own money coming in. and i've always felt like a bum when i was unemployed, even when i didn't have any bills. sadly, gone are the days of working for a prom dress that my parents are going to buy anyway. now it's work or don't eat. work or get evicted. work or your car won't start. now... back to this sucky job. for 8 hours a day i sit on the phone catering to people who treat me like i am only here to serve them. sure... i am in the hospit...