So, I figure the best way to kickstart this blog is with a truth bomb: I just spent over half an hour trying to pick a profile picture so I could put off actually have to write an entry. First post, and I’m already procrastinating. Jeeezus. Time to nut up or shut up.
For those of you joining this program already in progress, here’s the recap: I’m Nicole. I’m a writer trapped in a mutual fund specialist’s life. But not for long, motherlickers. I’m moving to LA as soon as my savings accounts reaches the goal number. As soon as that extra 0 shows up, I’ll be packed up and on the road within, oh, 15 minutes.
I’m starting this bad boy to document my journey from aspiring writer to fabulously successful and wealthy television writer. Stop laughing, naysayer. It’s gonna be a thing. Get on board.
I promise to be funnier next time. Pinky swear.
Signing off with another truth bomb: I purposely picked Stardate 41209.3 because that was the day that everyone on the Enterprise went batshit crazy from polywater intoxication. Fuck. Yes.
Tune du Jour: The Times They Are a-Changin’ by Bob Dylan