Cole

My name is Nicole and I am somewhat of a handful to deal with, truthfully. I have no idea what is going on most of the time because I am off in left field daydreaming about the most idiotic things ever known. I often talk without thinking about what I am saying, so that which spills out of my mouth can be rather ridiculous or hilarious at times. I like to state the obvious. I am obsessive compulsive and most of the time I feel like it is a sick joke aimed at making me a social pariah. I will clean your bathroom sink for you if I think that it is dirty and that you will not notice if I cleaned it -- serious. You probably think I am joking around, but I go through paper towels faster than anyone I know. It is not normal. There is a plus side to being crazy though: I like to point out simple details of life that most people over six years of age would ignore. That is always fun. I have always wanted to be that person walking zigzagged down a street when it is raining outside simply to avoid stepping on the worms. I really do that, for real. I think I am going to hurt them or something. Pathetic, I know. I would not put my mental maturity level over that of a teenage girl obsessed with boys and High School gossip, but most of my friends are those that I had while I was in High School so in many ways I feel like I am still there seven years post-graduation. There is no escaping Forest Lake and the people associated with it; they are like a hick version of a mini-mafia. I, however, am no hick. I may have grown up between three sod farms and an oak forest but I was bangin’ to Coolio and 2-Pac thinking I was the shit when I was fourteen, like it could have saved my life. Nah, I am a self-proclaimed diva. That means I am always right and people should just cater to me 24/7. I might be prone to the mood swings of a pregnant woman but that is just because I like to bitch a lot, and I mean a lot…. I would save people the earful and hire a shrink but they are too expensive so you will have to just deal with my overly opinioned rants. Sometimes I have the ego of a man in that I think I am better than everyone else, but that is all gravy, too. That just means I have an excuse to make lewd gestures, throw objects at my television during sporting events, burp loud, act like a total nympho without feeling how it may affect how “ladylike” (whatever that is) I am, and drink beer in mass quantities. Yep. My hobbies? I like to party. I like bars and clubs. I like keeping up with the local rock scene and going to shows. I like meeting new people. I like chilling with my friends, even though they can be a big pain in my ass sometimes. I like making money by bossing my employees around at work. That is about it. I cannot think of anything else to say about myself without sounding even more like a total wack job.