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"next door Nikki" part deux and other assorted babblings

I went searching, finally, to find out for myself what, exactly, one finds when doing a search on "next door Nikki", either on it's own or for pics.
It's porn. A lovely little college girl. Porn. You get lots of glimpses of her g-strings and panties, tons o' tit-shots, and more, I'm sure, when you subscribe. People are visiting my diary in hopes of finding pictures of a Nikki that isn't me.
I'm not surprised. Somehow I knew it had to be something at least similar.
It's been a hectic couple of days but nothing I'm not used to. Lots of juggling of schedules and time and energy.
I worked tonight, until 11pm and have to be up by 4:30 tomorrow morning in order to be at the other job at 6am. I'm going to be a giddy, sleepy girl. Thank God for coffe and/or Mt. Dew. I'll give into temptation in the face of such an early morning.
As I'm typing this, The Haunting is playing in the background. Lovely house. I'd love to live in a house like that. I could probably ignore a ghostie or three just to live in such an opulant setting. Gorgeous.
And I'm babbling. Anyone know what it's like to wake to a cat licking your eyelids? Or staring at you? It's bizarre. I feel...stalked. My cat is stalking me. How very sad is that?
I've determined that if I never see another lick of candy, it'll be too soon. As happens every year, I'm ready to toss out the boys' Halloween treats. Too much sugar under one roof. I'm not immune to the allure of chocolate--far from it, in fact! However, too much of a good thing is bad.
Catherine Zeta-Jones is yummy.
And on that note, I'm off to rest my weary head.
Nitey nite, wetdreamers.
N.

11:23 p.m. - 2004-11-05

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