Victims,

I have cupcakes……ah ha, it’s true.

Frosted with Love,
n i ck

P.S. – I really do have cupcakes.

Dear(s) don’t kill people,

Rednecks with guns do. Anyway, I’m tired as (insert the name of something tired ie:air jordans.)I hate having to work, and I think I already miss my computer at school….I just remembered that I really hate Christmas, not that wanting to kill everyone at work wasn’t enough……I finally get home ready to pass out and my mom keeps yelling at me because they want help putting up decorations or something. Here hold my gun. I have to work every day this week with the exception of tuesday (which I really need to start my Christmas shopping then, because the next day I’ll have off is saturday) woo-hoo, how do you like them apples? Granny Smith bitch. However on the bright side every day I do work I have to open, so I’ll be off early.

I swear I had more to say, but I’m starting to develop a headache, and I really think I should just lay down before I do something stupid…..or smart. I just really don’t want to do anything. So call me and wake me up if you must (which you all should.) but be warned that I make no sense what-so-ever when I wake up…….I’m sleeping after this cigarette…..

because it seemed like a good idea at the time,
n i ck

P.S. – My mouth hurts,my head hurts, and my back feels like Zelda from Pet Semetary, please….make it go away.

Dear Adoring Public,

Well I think I’m finally done….Dinser and Christine’s classes are out of the way. My website is done. All I have left to do is pick up some sticker letters and make my promotional gift for publication design. Woo-fuckin’-hoo…….1 more class. I think I might leave class in a little bit, I gotta drive my brother home and I think I’m gonna stop and pick up letters and Taco Bell, but I’ll drop him off…..I’m not sure though. Hey, Nicci if you read this we should go get breakfast….I’ll call you when I get home. Oh well, I don’t have much to say for now……look at my website, CLICK HERE.

The Dictionary According to George,
n i ck

P.S. – “I didn’t know she complains……she complains?” ….”All the time.”

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15 push-ups and 15 sit-ups later we find ourselves feeling satisfied that it only took us about a week to get where we thought we should have been when we started. How’s that for a run on sentence. Oh well, now I’ve got all this energy……as far is Illustrator goes I’m fairly confident that I am completely finished with everything. There’s just a simple matter of where I misplaced those two assignments, I’m sure I will probably still walk away with a satisfactory grade. I completely repainted over Ryan’s mom’s painting (again.) Now it looks like a drawing of a girl on a post-it note. I have some more plans for it though….

After I finish this entry I’m gonna do all my scans for John’s class, then hop in the shower and wash all of this exercise (if that’s what you wish to call my pathetic attempt) off of me. Maybe I’ll work on the painting after that depending on the time…..I’ve got to get to the production center to see how my print-outs are coming. BTW – every page on my website works now. I finished the contact page in class this morning (it still needs that navigation bar, but I can do that tomorrow.) Ah……now, for the sake of not writing a damn novel….

Lots ‘o Blood (everywhere),
n i ck

P.S. – Does anyone know when Ryan’s mom’s christmas party is? …because I obviously don’t.