I'm Nicole and I'm pretty hardcore. My glass is usually half empty because the other half is full of ice. Life keeps throwing me lemons. I don't like lemonaid, so I can't do anything with these lemons. Life should throw me apples. I like apple juice. I also like my sisters. They rock. I don't know if I like my brother because I never see him. I think I still love him though. He's a pretty cool guy. My son's a pretty cool guy, too. Even when he calls me "baby" instead of "mommy". Sometimes all I can do is give him a blank stare because he leaves me speechless. Like yesterday. When he was standing still. Yet managed to fall flat on his face. Speechless. But I still love him. Even when he eats an entire pack of hotdogs before I even get out of bed in the morning. And even when I wake up to find myself surrounded by every kitchen utinsel in the house. (Stewie much?) He's just that cool. I like people who don't talk to much. But not people who don't say anything at all. I like to see my mom. Even though it costs twenty dollars in gas to go see her. I love my boyfriend, even when he spends all his time fiddling with his bike instead of helping out around the house. Makes me want to throw rocks at him. And then blame it on my son. I don't like the women who work upstairs from my office. I think they play banjos when they're not at work. And someone needs to tell them that spraying tropical paradise really doesn't make it smell any better. But that's just me. And like I said, I'm pretty hardcore. P.S. My mom says I'm her favorite.