ENOUGH!!

Oh wow, it’s cold… in the Midwest and upper Eastern seaboard… in January?!? You’re kidding me? Duh.

Enough of the bitching about cold weather already. I get it – it’s fucking cold. I have no doubt were I still living in Chicago, I would be bitching too but I’m not living there and I’m sick of my mailbox filling up with weather related posts and facebook statuses so I just don’t want to hear any more about it. I lived in Duluth fucking Minnesota. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night to trudge into the cold because it was my night to start the cars. I’ve had to forgo contacts for fear of them freezing to my eyeballs. I know cold, as does every other person enduring it. And those that don’t know, never will (Southern California, I’m looking at you... you and your ironic governor who played Batman’s villain, Mr. Freeze). So, enough already. Why don’t you take that energy and sign up for some environmental group to stave off the industrial impacts causing all this climate upheaval? While I don’t really believe that hype, it helps my argument so I’m willing to climb atop the bandwagon this time.

Note: I was tempted not to write this as by asking people to stop talking about the weather, I am in fact, talking about the weather.

So, KJ has been on my ass to blog again. This is almost as bad as when Alex gets on my case. KJ started a little blog of her own and is (almost) averaging one post a month... and between the baking stories and weather reports, contracting a flesh eating skin disorder actually sounds more appealing than reading another post. I realize I am being harsh – I need to put things in perspective, she lives in a woodsy house in Alaska. And until Russia starts firing rockets at our asses, there is really nothing exciting to report, less the occasional moose attack… fucking moose. Seriously, anything with such a huge melon atop such scrawny legs just ain’t right. This also includes that one guy from the movie Road Trip.

My blog started falling off the wagon when I got on. A series of events led me to give up my wicked Midwest ways and become a homebody loser like those of you reading this. It’s not to say I haven’t had my run-ins with fun here in Los Angeles, it’s just different.

During my prime, I was a pretty big deal in Chicago… now I live in reality tv Mecca where anyone with a fake pair of tits or rich parents can land you into some “celebrity” circles. Los Angeles and me – well, it’s just not the same.

So, here is my declaration to redeploy the blogging brain cells. I’m not saying it will be daily, or even weekly, but I’ll try to throw something up there fueled by the little niche of the left coast I’ve managed to carve for myself.

XOXO,
Nicole