Just give a little whistle

I wish I had a singing grasshopper... wait, he was a cricket. Duh, Nicole.

I don't know, random mumbo jumbo. I'm in photo editing mode again, which is making my head feel like gooey jello. Hey, leave it out for too long and it gets gooey.

You can check out my photos here, or even here.

I met a new friend last night, and she is quite hilarious and spontaneous. Her and I mesh well. We girl-talked a bunch. Muchly needed. Had a lot on my plate to dish out. Oooh, nice one.

"Getting a pack of cigarettes at a convenience store is like ordering a drink at Starbuck's. Too many words to say, and around the same price."

I need to get sleep, but I can't when I keep having these messed up dreams.

A friend of mine from work told me today she was quitting. And why, you ask? (or probably not asking, but I'm telling you anyway) She fell in love with a boy and is moving down to Chicago to be with him. It made me incredibly happy for her. You don't hear love stories like that every often.

Yeah...
well.

Back to my distraction.