Lessons Learned: My Single Behavior

Alright admit it we all have one. You know what I'm talking about here. You're single behavior. The thing that you can only do when you are an independent diva. The thing you do when there is no one else around, and that you would never EVER want anyone to see.
Carrie admitted on an episode of Sex in the City that her single behavior is standing in the kitchen eating crackers with jelly.
Well BitchNichole's single behavior is a little more embarrassing: She puts in her ear plugs and dances around her room like a 5-year-old. We're talking jumping on her bed like a crazed fool dancing here.
However, this past weekend while dancing around her room to Then He Kissed Me, a la Adventures in Babysitting style the Welsh diva came to a sad little conclusion.
While rocking out on her bed she came to the line which declares "Then he asked me to be his bride/And always be right by his side/ I felt so happy I almost cried/ And then he kissed me"
The diva stopped her rocking to think about the words that she was lip syncing.
Could it be that even her single behavior was passing judgement on her?
This got BitchNichole to thinking. She thought about how when a man is a commitment-phobe he's just being a hip bachelor, but when a lady lives in constant fear of the exact same thing she's considered a bitch.
As a result BitchNichole would like to send a shout out to all the divas that share her love of their secret single behavior. Rock on friends! And don't let these midwestern ideals bring you down.

Lessons Learned: The Booty Call

After recent discussion and confusion about this term and its supposedly implied etiquette, BitchNichole has consulted several sources to help her readers find an appropriate definition for the do's and don't of the bootycall. These are the top picks:

"Booty call verb or noun (1990s): A phone call, page, text message, instant message, or e-mail undertaken by one party to encourage the other to engage in casual sex, often occurring late at night. While either gender can instigate a booty call, it is most often engaged in by males under the influence of alcohol. In the noun form, the booty call is the one who recieves the call and accepts the booty caller's invitation for a sexual liason."

-Ian Kerner, PhD Be Honest You're Not That Into Him Either

The diva clearly has issues with this definition for two main reasons. The first of which is because it implies that intercourse will take place and since she is an innocent little lady who assumes that all anyone ever does is kiss and hug it makes her slightly uncomfortable to imagine anyone would want anything else from her. Second, since she is a die hard feminist, she believes that women are just as likely to booty call as men.

"Booty call verb: Any phone call that takes place after 10 pm."

-PapaPhilley

This one isn't going to work for her either. Mostly due to the fact that, outside of her Sunday phone list of friends and family, the majority of the diva's phone calls take place after 10, none of which she would define as booty calls."

"Booty call verb: Any phone call that takes place after midnight CST."

-Rooms

Yeah still not going to work for BitchNichole. There's a slight chance that she could still be trying to catch up with friends.

"Booty call verb: Phone calls, text messages, etc. That take place after 1 am that include such phrases as "Wanna make out?" or "Can I come over?" It is still no guarentee for anything other than interesting conversation and at least 10 minutes of mediocre kissing. Often occurring between friends with benefits."

-BitchNichole

Clearly this is her favorite definition because she created it herself.

THE DO'S AND DON'T OF BOOTY CALLING

1. The asker will not dance around the subject. The booty call itself should consist of one short and sweet little question.

2. The asked should give a simple yes or no answer to the question.

3. The asker cannot get offended by or question the reasoning for a negative answer, nor should the asked feel obligated to explain her/his reasoning for the decline.

4. Nothing at all is implied by a positive answer. Go into the booty call with absolutely no expectations whatsoever.

5. Men show some respect. The diva has seen one too many ladies pulling off the walk of shame in the morning. If she doesn't have a ride home in the morning provide one. Honestly everyone pities these girls. Especially freshman.

6. Ladies demand some respect. It's gotta be embarrassing taking that walk. Make arrangements to get a ride home, really!

Lessons Learned: BitchParis's Chemistry Knowledge

Chemisty can never be used in real life... except if you are boiling water or using anal beads.

Funny looking things are used in chemistry projects. The scientific name is "funny looking thing."

Ethanol goes into your arm because you are sneaky.

Droplets belong in a beaker in a perfect world that doesn't exist.

In a perfect world (that doesn't exist) a chemist drinks Everclear.

Control happens manually through a dial.

Distillation separates two types of liquids through boiling the crap out of them.

ProfessorNerd is a chemist and therefore required to sniff many chemicals.


Thanks BitchParis for sharing your knowledge.

Lessons Learned: BitchNichole the Chemist

BitchNichole is well aware that you have all been waiting with antici............pation to hear about her self-made wine drinking experience. She wishes to inform all of her readers that she makes the best homemade wine ever and would love to sit drinking it while watching Amelie any day.
She offers the following pictures for your entertainment.

BitchParis shakes up the concoction so that it is in optimum shape for BitchNichole's imbibing purposes.

Don't be fooled by the Ginger Ale container BitchNichole is honestly drinking the wine created by she and BitchParis. Note the use of safety goggles. Clearly the diva does not have faith in her brewing skills.

The Divas attempt to make a concoction of pure alcohol. Although it will most likely not kill those who consume it ProfessorNerd advises against it.

BitchNichole needs to stop posing for pictures and pay more attention to getting that hazardous substance into the beaker.

Lessons Learned: Have You Been Reading My Thoughts

It's Sunday yet again and BitchNichole was somewhat frightened to see this post. Wow has someone been reading her thoughts.
Also BitchNichole currently has no internet access. Posts might be delayed for awhile.

Lessons Learned: I Think I Love You

Since no one ever shows up for BitchNichole's tutoring hours she spends her free time making pictures like this.
She also makes then for stupid boys that say Ralph Macchio looks retarded.
No one ever accused her of being an artist.

Lessons Learned: How Deep is Your Love? I Don't Care!

BitchNichole will admit that she is one of those girls.
You know the ones. When they find a new boy they like the speak of him ad nauseum. His name is brought up at least 12 times in every conversation. Even ones that go like this.

1: I have a really heavy flow this month.
2: Speaking of the word really... I really dig [insert name].

She's not proud of the fact that she is one of those girls. When she first hooked up with TheHorse those around her got sick of hearing every single detail of him and confronted her by saying "Seriously dude I spend enough time around him as it is I don't need to know his thoughts on Catholism."
Rooms has even recently admitted to blocking her out as soon as TheUser's name comes up in conversation.
However, it was not until recently that BitchNichole got a heavy dose of karma. A plethua of young ladies have presently been approaching her about how incredibly awesome their boyfriends are. After a really annoying encounter in the GC by FavoritePledge where she listed off the names of men that her beau allows her to chill with and went on to describe a gentleman with whom the diva has an awkward past.
This has led BitchNichole to creating the list of sistas that are allowed to speak about their current loves ad nauseum:

1. Athena
2. SheRa
3. Rooms
4. SquirrelAss
5. RMIA
6. Strawberry (since she's probably gonna hear it anyway)
7. BitchParis

That is all if you're not on this list. Please oh please shut the hell up.

Lessons Learned: That Was a BAD Idea!

Faced with the ever increasing knowledge that she will soon be obscenely poor BitchNichole has begun budgeting herself on the money spent on food. Since she is trying to spend the least amount of dough possible on food that is not in the coffee family she has been forced to be creative in her food concoctions.
After spending the last month pushing her imagination to its limits the diva has realized through her aching tummy that some foods just don't mesh well. So here are some bad ideas for those of you that are in similar situations. She experiments so that you won't have to.

1. Cheese does NOT go with everything: Any kind of fruit, most items that contain sugar, spaghetti
2. A diet based solely on coffee and bread is not a good idea. Also most bread can last for a long long time as long as you scrape off the mold and toast it. Old coffee is reborn with a simple addition of ice and milk.
3. Even if you freeze it some foods still grow mold. Do NOT eat them this will result in an immediate tummy ache and trip to the bathroom.
4. Old brown bananas should not be whipped and then eaten.
5. You can still taste sour milk when adding it to a recipe
6. Although instant mashed potatoes, hashbrowns, and gravy may be good the first time around it will destroy your taste buds if you try to consume it after a short stay in the refrigerator 3 days later. Salt and pepper add nothing it's dead just let it go.
7. Soup is a good idea, but putting the stove top on high so that you can eat it faster is a no no.
8. Meat goes bad even if frozen. This is also true for cottage cheese.
9. Most fruits are not as good when heated.
10. Chicken nuggets do not add a festive touch to every meal.
11. You can only eat so many carrots before you want to kill yourself.
12. Cold corn = bad idea.
13. It isn't going to get better if you just add ranch/soy sauce/gravy.
14. If it smells like poop don't put it in your mouth it probably tastes like it too.
15. Oreo cookies do not make yogurt taste better.

If you have any other caveats on bad ideas that you have tried please oh please save the diva a trip to the jane and share them with her.

In Unrelated News:
Athena and SheRa scold BithNichole for a girly entry.
Spencer Cohorst Swing this weekend seriously and they even have shirts with his face on it kid you not.
Rooms soon to lose control of lower body. BitchNichole tags along for support and entertainment purposes.
Yet again no one shows up for tutoring. BitchNichole forced to spend another hour blogging in the GC. Seriously she can guarentee an "A" for anyone that needs help.
BitchNichole has a new crush on a gentleman that she can't stand. None of it even makes sense.
BitchNichole is currently taking bets on whether or not GBaby will stand her up for ADA Get Lucky Party.
BitchNichole and BitchParis make wine in Chem for Tards. Currently taking dares on who will drink it.
BitchNichole is secretly writing a story about a woman with a bump on her ass during boring class lectures.

Lessons Learned: Message for an Avid Blog Reader

It is Sunday yet again and to BitchNichole that means only one thing... NEW SECRETS!
For those of you that don't know about her Sunday morning ritual post secret is a website where people send in their deepest darkest secrets on a post card. Every Sunday new secrets are posted and BitchNichole reads through each secret at least three times.
It's kind of an addiction.
But today as the diva was reading through paying careful attention to each of other the post cards that served as windows into the strangers' souls. She thought of her own secret. Instead of sending it in to the website she thought she'd share it with her readers in hopes that it's intended recipient will recognize that it is aimed at him.

Lessons Learned: Recipe Parties!!!

After spending Friday night discussing dirty sex terms with Rooms, BigBrodahMitch and Dre3000, BitchNichole woke up Saturday morning feeling alert and ready for a productive day. She went for a quick visit to the Y after a short conversation with BigBrodahMitch about love interpretations that made him extremely uneasy.
She returned home and after spending the day reading and playing sudoku was informed of a recipe party at TonyHomemaker's apartment. Since the divas are huge fans of these parties they grabbed a bottle of wine to take as a girft and headed over to 923.
The first thing they saw when they walked in were a group of freshman girl yelling and consuming all of the night's recipe. The divas rolled their eyes and sat down at the table to mingle with the 21 and over crowd. After about an hour of competing coversation with the yelling freshman the rest of group plotted a plan to get rid of the loud mouths. They claimed to be leaving for the bars and put on their coats while ushering the ladies out of the kitchen. When all the girls had walked out the door the remaining reciped guests took off their coats and returned to their quarters game that had been temporarily put on hold.
After playing the game for a good hour and having an unexpected visit from security after a noise complaint the party decided to move to TheShack for some dancing. BitchNichole and Rooms loaded the boys into their cars unaware of the crazy adventure in which they were about to engage.
Once they arrived inside the sweaty fire hazard CousinJoe grabbed BitchNichole by the hand and led her to the bar where he had promised to buy she and Rooms a drink with an agreement to a dance later on.
The Welsh diva finished her drink and before she knew it CousinJoe was grabbing her hand again and leading her down to the dance floor. Before she knew it she was dancing alright but the wrong kind of dancing. While giving Rooms a look of total mortification she felt something wet on her neck. No it wasn't sweat... CousinJoe was licking BitchNichole. It was at this point that the Welsh goddess claimed that she was feeling a little tired and ran to the safety of the upstairs, but it wasn't long before CousinJoe found her and yet again started feeling on her backside. The diva asked him to stop but he kept on keeping on. Finally TonyHomemaker and Rooms returned and he stopped his busy hands.
Soon after the molestation had been put on hold TheUser showed up to save the day. He claimed that he had witnessed the whole thing and had arrived to play the part of the white knight. Unfortunately he took a suick trip to the bathroom and got distracted on the way back never to return to the upstairs. The diva searched and searched for him everytime CousinJoe returned for a feel but her self-proclaimed hero was no where to be found.
The night continued with UnderageJay, MazerPlazer, and CousinJoe all getting into three different fights before the divas decided they should call it a night, drove home and fell asleep on the living room couches.
Right before entering slumberland BitchNichole turned to Rooms and with eyes fighting back sleep proclaimed "dude I think we're getting too old for this."

Lessons Learned: I Just Can't Do It

Since BitchNichole has had several requests for the tale of her special Valentine's Day lobster dinner story she decided it would be best to tell all her loyal readers the very entertaining story.
She spent the entire week leading up to the dinner bragging to all her friends of her V-Day plans. When the time finally arrived she sped off the TheArena to pick up a very excited Rooms who had spent the last few hours announcing the LadyBronco's B-Ball win. Yes indeed it was a great day to be a Bronco, but the fun was just beginning.
After Rooms finished cleaning up the media electronics she ran out to SeanEssDog to being the trip to GITown. They spent the drive there talking about random V-Day mishaps (that's right MaserPlazer stood the divas up to go drinking with FriendJoe), but mostly shared excitement at the upcoming lobster dinner.
When they entered Red Lobster the hostess explained to the diva's that they had just missed the rush and were guarenteed prompt service.
"That's okay, we know what we want." The Welsh goddess replied.
After placing her order the waiter asked BitchNichole if she wanted to pick out her favorite shelled fish from the tank at the front.
"Oh no no no," she replied "I'm afraid I'll fall in love with it and feel bad about eating it."
Rooms replied that she would find a good one for her little Welsh friend with the promise that she would not name the fishy that would be in BitchNichole's tummy in less than two hours.
When she returned to the table she told the story of how the little guy had put up a good little fight and even reminded her of hippies. This made the diva feel much better about eating the little fighter.
The diva's sat sipping their drinks and smack talking MaserPlazer for standing them up. It didn't take too long before the waiter returned with the newly dead friend on a plate.
The diva looked up at the waiter confused.

B: Is there like a guide or something that can tell me how to do this?
W: I can get you a coach if you would like.
B: Uh... yeah I'm gonna need one of those.

Several minutes later a woman in a pink suit emerged from the kitchen snapping on a pair of latex gloves.

C: I hear it's your first time.
B: Yes.
C: Alright I don't want to take the fun out of this for you so I'm just gonna show you what you should and should not eat.

Coach went over the essentials and then left the diva to finish the job alone.
It was scrumptious.
Who would've guessed lobster was so amazing?
Why had she waited so long to try it?
That was until she reached the last bite. As she poked her fork into the last bite of meat. She lowered her face to the plate to get the buttery fish to her mouth, and as she did so she saw the eyes!
These poor little helpless dead eyes that pierced into the diva's soul and seemed to say in a cute little helpless voice "Why are you eating me?" For a moment the full mouthed diva thought she saw a small tear emerge from the eye of tiny beast.
The Welsh goddess felt her heart ripped out of chest and started to gag.
She looked over at Rooms who simply said "Stop it! We are in public!"
The diva grabbed her napkin and spit her mouth's contents into it.
"I'm sorry I just feel really bad. I can't do it."
Overall BitchNichole enjoyed the experience but when last asked if she planned on indulging in this shell fish again she replied "I'm sorry I just can't do it. The yummy taste isn't worth the ache in my soul."

Lessons Learned: I AM Low Maintenance

TheHorse finally sent a Valentine's Day message to the diva after being prompted by Rooms. Now was that really so hard?

Lessons Learned: Happy F***ing Valentine's Day

Today is the dreaded day that the diva has been wishing would end since she was approached in Great Dane more than a month ago: the dreaded VD!
She woke up this morning for class with an optimistic feeling that started a rollin' by two eary text messages from Athena wishing her a happy day.
"Alright I think I can do this." the diva assured herself as she happily started her walk toward the GC.
Once she entered the classroom PDaddy, sporting a red tie in honor of the day, asked her how she was and if TheHorse had done anything special for this overrated holiday. She replied that they had broken up about a month prior but was certain he had something planned because he had recently assured her that they were still valentines if for nothing more than 24 hours. PDaddy commented that they were always breaking up and he was not surprised that he had not yet heard the latest news of lovers's quarrels.
In the spirit of this not-so-special day of lovers he allowed the class to take a group quiz while the diva ever so fittingly worked on her own assignment alone.
After assignments were explained and the diva again stated her tutorial hours she left and headed over to HM where she sat and prepared for some old time religion. As she waited for TheRevDoc to arrive she thought to herself that there would most likely be no reminder of the day's traditions because it's probably viwed as a sin to some fascist religious group somewhere. Oh but was she ever wrong. During a discussion of evolution's role in religion the diva raised her hand to ask a question when called on she opened her mouth to speak "I'm not very educated on this subject so I was wondering..." As she spoke these words a group of five older gentlemen dressed in black tuxedoes with red bow ties entered the room and stated that they had a singing valetine for someone special.
The diva froze for a moment thinking that this was TheHorse's special valentine's day surprise, but was quite relieved to find that it was a gift for the professor from his wife.
She then went home where there was anti-valentine pow-wow occurring in the BVA parking lot.
After taking a nap she realized that she had still not recieved an Valentine's Day messages from TheHorse so she grabbed her phone to find a message from MacchioBroker but no other well wishes. After recieving happy messages from Kudla, Mom40, Rooms, and Dre3000 she phone TheHorse to remind him of the special day and he replied by repeating the same message he had given her on their first V-Day together: "Happy F***ing Valentine's Day sweetie."
Later plans include a trip to Red Lobster with Rooms to eat her first ever whole lobster.

Lessons Learned: It's All in The Way You Say It

After a recent seeing a very handsome gentlemen in the hallways of the BVA's BitchNichole had a conversation with Rooms that went something like this:

BitchNichole: Wow he's cute he looks just like MyRyan.
Rooms: His name is Ryan.
BitchNichole: I should've known I can spot those guys a mile away. I wonder if he's a Cancer as well.

Since then BitchNichole has been thinking about how she just can't help it but she's usually attracted to guys that sport this name. Going back in her early years of dating she realized that it used to be guys named Trevor and sat wondering where the transition occurred.

She started wondering if others had this same problem with certain names.

She now asks all her loyal readers to post a comment on the name that has given them the most trouble in their love adventures. Come on help a sista out.

Lessons Learned: I Just Wanna Be The Girl You Wanna Touch

Yet again BitchNichole is getting nervous about finding a Valentine. It's crunch time and the diva has been imagining who her perfect Valentine would be.
The diva has recently been watching girls out at the bars to see how they work it to find a man. After doing some outsider observations the diva has realized that no matter how desperate she gets she will never sink to the level of the women of which she has been spying.
"I can't do it. I guess my favorite hookups have always taken place after a really heated debate on music, books, or movies. I just can't make out with these guys that don't stimulate me intellectually anymore." BitchNichole told Rooms on the way to a meeting one night.
This comment lead the diva to create a list of musicians, authors, and actors that she would like to make out with for an extended period of time. Here goes:

Musicians
1. Bob Dylan
2. Travis Barker
3. John Feldmann
4. James Blunt
5. Tyson Ritter
6. Lou Reed
7. Ben Kweller
8. Mike Skinner
9. Marty Bush (ha ha no just kidding please oh please don't take this seriously I'd rather gnaw off my toe)
10. TheJoCoRapper (yet again I'm kidding I hope you guys know who I'm talking about here hint: he's a B-Alumn)

Authors
1. Guy de Maupassant (yes he's died of an std in the 1800's but man oh man was he hot)
2. James Frey
3. John McNally
4. Napoleon Bonaparte (I know he wasn't really an author but anyone that knew the diva in highschool knows she carried his love letters in her wallet he was quite the writer)
5. Joshua Braff

Actors
1. Ralph Macchio
2. Zach Braff
3. Matthew McConaughey
4. Danny DeVito (circa One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest)
5. Adrien Brody
6. Casey Affleck
7. Balthazar Getty
8. Bill Murray
9. Ethan Embry
10. Joaquin Pheonix

The search continues.

Lessons Learned: Unregrettable Anniversaries

"It's my anniversary I'm not making any apologies"

BitchNichole's one-year-of-blogging-anniversary is rapidly approaching and she is ready for a celebration!
However, along with this special occasion has come a bit of controversy of the offensiveness of her beloved online venting mechanism. Since a certain individual seems to be seeking out ways to get offended BitchNichole will offer the following list of "Bloggable Offenses." So for all of the featured players and attention seekers here's a list of things that are almost gaurenteed to get you a post:

1. ANYTIME Mom40 uses the F-Bomb (i.e. the time that Mom40 used it in reference to the LazySpud that charged her $15, the time she couldn't get the car wash to work).

2. Nights at TheShack and anything that occurs while there.

3. Any encounters with exboyfriends

4. Any fights that occur with the diva (both verbal or physical).

5. Any birthday or celebrations that occur as a result.

6. Any hookups with random men (i.e. hot bartenders).

7. Anytime some individual screws the diva out of something (i.e sleep or otherwise).

8. Any awkward encounters with strangers (humans or dogs that bite her on the way back to her apartment).

9. Anytime an individual breaks the diva's heart.

10. Any apologies for her behavior after having one-too-many Malibu and Pineapples.

11. Any obscene phone calls from boys that "came home from school early."

12. Pictures such as this are likely to find themselves on the blog. See everyone looks like a fool.

This is just a short list of what could possibly be posted. For those players that are easily offended BitchNichole offers the following advice:

1. Stop committing bloggable offenses.
2. Stop chilling with the diva.
or the easiest:
3. Quit reading the blog. Really it's not that hard the diva herself has given up on several blogs due to their offensiveness.

The diva promises all her loyal readers another year of enterrtaining reading.

Lessons Learned: Ooops I Thought You Were Someone Else

This morning BitchNichole had an early morning breakfast date with UncleRon who was up for a weekend visit in Huskerville. The diva wouldn't normally have minded the early morning festivities had she not been kept up until all hours of the night by Newbie and her underage friends that were drinking in her place of residence.

When things finally calmed down the diva had taken out her contacts and prepared for bed. As she walked to her room to finally settle down for sleepytime she saw a blonde girl climb onto the futon with an unknown gentleman and start to nuzzle in.

The diva then escaped to the safety of her room and set her alarm clock for an hour earlier than she intended on awaking from her slumber so that she could press the snooze button over and over again to return the loud favor given to her earlier by Newbie and her pals.

Finally it reached wakey-wakey time and the diva emerged from her room to make a pot of coffee which meant grinding her own beans, it just tastes better, and the noise was well worth it for Newbie and her gentleman friend.

The diva continued to make plenty of noise while the couple on the futon noticeably moaned and complained in response to the slamming of cupboards and doors.

It was at this point that our heroine entered her bathroom to brush her teeth and insert her contacts. When she was finished she left to pour herself a cup of the much needed caffeine. As she did so she took a look over at the futon to see if she had successfully returned the favor to her sleeping roommate and her overnight guest. As she did so she noticed that the blonde girl that she had seen the night before was not her roommate Newbie at all, but instead some unknown individual who seemed quite angry at the fact that she had been awoken too early in the morning and was possibly fighting a hangover that was not responding well to the slamming of cabinets and doors.

Congratulations Newbie you win this round.

Lessons Learned: Lies Schmlies

After having just finished A Million Little Pieces BitchNichole would like to send a shout out to one of her new favorite authors: James Frey:

Okay so I see that your book was one big lie or whatever. But seriously dude who cares? This "memoir" was flippin' awesome. And I can say that because I've dated my fair share of drug addicts and even went to my fair share (okay one) NA meeting with one. This book totally went along with everything that any addict I've ever met has said to me.
It's true and real in it's own little way so it's time for the public and media to get over it and appreciate the book for what it is: a story about addiction that needed to be told.

So for all of you out there that feels duped or conned or whatever maybe you should stop going to movies that are "based on a true story" or better yet just lay off. It's a masterpiece.

Lessons Learned: This Has GOT to Stop!!!

BitchNichole would like to say that she does not appreciate the strange men that have been sleeping over at her place of residence as of lately. However she fears an ass-kicking at the hands of the individual that brings them home.
When oh when will Rooms come home???

Lessons Learned: This Better Not Be My Fifteen Minutes! (The Retraction)

Today BitchNichole did a yahoo search on her name out curiousity with just a touch of boredom. She looked at search results to see if they presented anything other than links to this beloved diary.
However, as she looked she found a link to a hair-loss website with her name as well as the name of her one true love: Ralph Macchio. Thinking she had fallen into an alternate online universe the diva clicked the link which displayed a story about how on her birthday BitchNichole awoke to Newbie doing her hair and rolled over to find Ralph Macchio in her bed and mourned Pat Morita.
BitchNichole would like to first say that this hair loss website has falsely taken misinform from her blog. And although she does deeply mourn the loss of Pat Morita, and would like to one day wake up to find Ralph Macchio in her bed these events never transpired on her birthday, or any other day for that matter.
It is wrong for commercial websites to take the words from our blogs and mix 'em up a bit to benefit themselves.
BitchNichole urges all of her loyal readers and fellow bloggers to do a search on their own domains to see if this injustice has also occurred to them. Then tell her about it.

BLOGGER'S UNITE!!!