Me:

"One snap of my fingers and I can raise hemlines so high that the world is your gynecologist."

 

One day, I'd like to be able to say that and be serious.

I think I'm actually a drag queen of times past, or I just really want to be a diva. I might not be a genius, or whine appealingly, but it's good to have goals.

I'm Nicole - I live with a boy, a cat, and a roommate in Toronto, specifically, 'The Ghetto' or 'The Village'. I work at a major company's research facility as the Intranet Developer. I like my job, but I don't like to work.

I drive a 1990 Buick Century. I have 4 feet of car in front of me in case of head on collision.

In my spare time, I'm mostly a Vampire, but sometimes I'm a superhero, and sometimes I'm a mage. In other words, I play RPGs - a fair amount.

I love to read, and more often than not, I end up reading brain candy. I am still trying to hack my way through War and Peace, but I'm in the first war bit - I'd much rather read about Russian Society.

Speaking of which, I'd honestly rather be a Socialite when I grow up - I have been convinced for some time that I will likely end up like Patsy Stone... I just need the money. When I was a kid, I wanted to be just like a relative of mine who often spent beyond her means and ended up drinking too much. (She's much better now.) That sort of thing runs in my family, but hasn't affected myself or my brother, as of yet.

I actually want to be about a hundred things - director, writer, actor, pop star, programmer, ski bum, whatever. Unfortunately, I'm not real sure if it's my indecision, or if I'm just really ambitious.

I love Rum and Cokes, KLB Raspberry Wheat Beer, Pasta and Bread, Crying in Character, Really Bad Movies, Angelina Jolie (that's my girl), Impromptu Kareoke, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Geisha, Well-written histories, Chicken Salad, Stuffed Animals, MUSHing, Poetry, Soul Coughing, Clothes, and other stuff I'll add on later.

I believe there were 15 victims, not 13.

I don't think 'bitch' is an insult.

I'm working at getting my degree, but it's going to take quite some time.

I have a strong belief in my intellect, but a negligible belief in my motivation.

I am Grace to my Roommate's Will, though we'd both rather be Karen and Jack.

 

WILL (TO PHONE): Rethink it, Barry, or these conversations are going to start getting ugly. (HANGING UP PHONE AS GRACE ENTERS WITH A BAG.) Hey, sweetie! Ah, you brought lunch. Yay! Love the outfit. Very Audrey Hepburn.

GRACE: Great. So you're saying I have the neck of a swan and the chest of a 12-year-old boy.

WILL: Hey! Way to snatch an insult out of the jaws of a compliment.

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