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Nic
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"I do believe in fairies."
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College/University:
University of Massachusetts - Amherst, Attended 1999 - 2004, Class of 2004, Master's Degree, Elementary Education, BA in Anthropology & Education
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Occupation:
3rd grade teacher
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Hobbies and Interests:
dance, all things French, movies, monkeys, chocolate, film, children's literature, Diego Luna, lip gloss
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Favorite Books:
Catcher In The Rye, The Tale of Despereaux, The Little Prince, Olivia, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Paris to The Moon
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Favorite Movies:
L'auberge Espagnole, Etre et Avoir, Napoleon Dynamite, The Notebook, Dirty Dancing-Havana Nights, Before Sunrise, Y Tu Mamma Tambien, Center Stage, The Story of Us, Billy Elliot, Eyes Wide Shut, In America
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Favorite Music:
The Bad Plus, Jamiroquai, Andrew Bird, Coldplay, Air, Chris Isaak, Sting/The Police, Jude, Sade, Radiohead, Maroon 5
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Favorite TV Shows:
LOST, Newlyweds, Grey's Anatomy, Diff'rent Strokes, The Wonder Years, Sex And The City, Pee Wee, The Real World, Rich Girls, Party of Five
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About Me:
I do believe in fairies.
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Who I Want to Meet:
I think I've already met him;)
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tought me that underware is worn under
ur pants and that at 16 you shouldnt
say dirty things to boys, shes a great
friend!
Now is that LONG enough, sweetie? God,
i hope so!
- Mac
This story begins long before the dawn
of dragons and extends through several
empires and dynasties and has been the
subject of at least two Geraldo Rivera
Specials and one Kenneth Star
investigation. I will do my best to
relate this tale in its entirety, which
means that it might take a few
chapters, but the time has come to
share the second-best-story ever told.
The first of which is, of course, how
Tony met Angela.
Just a brief note, of course, since
this tale occurred several generations
ago, certain facts may have slurred
with time and its propagation by mouth
(specifically saliva and teeth as they
are spat out in the course of your
average Mike Tyson Punch Out session on
your beloved NES game system) -
nonetheless, with the expert aid of
Corey Feldman and his comrade-du-film:
Data, we can be assured that what you
are about to read is the truth - in its
strictest form.
Chapter 1: Denver the Last Dinosaur
(he's our friend a whole lot more)
The mission was simple; the task was
clear - I was too perform the role of
wingman for my partner on the force
while he was to go undercover
and persuade' this new French agent to
share her secret....dossiers... with him.
Having been on the force for over a
decade, I knew all the ins and outs of
the charade I was about to pull off - -
- but nothing could have prepared me
for what eventually became the greatest
story of all time. Yeah, that
serious. But I shouldn't jump too far
ahead of my self.
Wearing my finest linens, detective
Wynoski and myself met up with the
femme-fatale agent at a diner
completely designed to elicit the tears
from John Denver enthusiasts. The
coffee was damn good, and hot! But
that is not what is important here - in
fact, the French agent isn't what is
crucial here either - no, but what
starts the this story is the dame, the
French agent's host, the goddess of
victory and joy and the unlikely
subject of my wingman routine: Nic.
We had been at the same place at the
same time before this - but not like
this (too much mescaline and crazy
masks and prostitutes and "the Never
Ending Story part 2). This was
different and it took only a moment at
Denver's diner to see into the future
and know that Ronald Regan would
someday be the Grand-Emperor of the
80's Kingdom and that MTV would someday
be all Real World vs. Road Rules, 24
hours a fuc*ing day. Oh yeah, I also
saw into the future and notice that
this peach of a goddess was going to be
one of the most important dames in my
life.
But first, I had to get past the fact
that her stupid boyfriend would get in
the way.
To be continued.
Not to mention, an outing to the theater to
watch Save the Last Dance. But, alas, she's
found Big Mac for tattoos, movies, and more.
Que sera sera. . .
could ask for! With the exception of
her nose picking problem we get along
jsut fine. We have a great time eating
M&M's, shopping, farting, and
complaining about stupid CTEP and just
having a grand ole time. I love my
Nicolle!!