Monday, 28 March 2011


my boss says I'm gonna have high blood pressure.



Sunday, 27 March 2011

dear 70 year old nicole,


do you love yourself, 100%, unconditionally?

i hope so.

love,
23 year old nicole

Friday, 25 March 2011


i think i need to experience Peace Corps round 2

Thursday, 24 March 2011

you, me & the bourgeoisie - the submarines

Finally - a song singing the tune in my heart.

Here I am with all the pleasures of the first world
Laid out before me, who am I to breakdown?

Everyday I wake up, I choose love, I choose light

And I try, it's too easy just to fall apart

Oh, my baby don't be so distressed

We're done with politesse
It's time to be so brutally honest about
The way we know we long for something fine
When we pine for higher ceilings
And bourgeois happy feelings

And here we are in the center of the first world

It's laid out before us, who are we to break down?

Everyday we wake up, we choose love, we choose light

And we try, it's too easy just to fall apart

Plastic bottles, imported water

Cars we drive wherever we want to
Clothes we buy, it's sweatshop labor
Drugs from corporate enablers
We're not living the good life
Unless we're fighting the good fight
You and me just trying to get it right

In the center of the first world

It's laid out before us, who are we to break down?

Everyday we wake up, we choose love, we choose light

And we try, it's too easy just to fall apart

Love can free us from all excess

From our deepest debt
'Cause when our hearts are full we need much less

Yeah, I know we long for something fine

When we pine for higher ceilings
And bourgeois happy feelings

But here we are, in the center of the first world

It's laid out before us, who are we to break down?

Everyday we wake up, we choose love, we choose light
And we try, it's too easy just to fall apart

listen here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEqutXnp0Vc

Tuesday, 22 March 2011


sometimes you gotta start clean
you gotta begin not begin again

Monday, 21 March 2011


the fridge sounds like the ocean.

Friday, 18 March 2011


one day you wake up
& picking up dog poop from the floor doesn't make you dry-heave anymore.

I think that's how you know that living in Africa has made you stronger.