The current mood of the little nikki girl
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Anyone Got a Lighter August 21, 2002 - 1:49 p.m.

My words seem to fade in the distance. They never carry any meaning. They're just hollow and empty. They don't seem to have any intelligence, and they never go anywhere. Just a jumble of letters creating clusters that remotely resemble the english language. They seem to be backed with emotion when they are first uttered/typed, but looking over them later.... it's simply a mass of useless existince.

I need a spark. A spark of any kind will work just fine, really. Mainly, I need a spark of imagination. Something to 'get my juices flowing', so to speak. {I've always hated that expression.} I need to pull myself out of this slump, and the only way I see that being slightly possible is by doing something, even trivial, that I can be proud of. ANYTHING that I can say 'Look what I can do!' and not have it be a silly Stuart-dance. {Mad TV watchers will get that...}

I'm looking over various design sites and am completely jealous of their use of imagination. If I could make things that beautiful, I would be so incredibly happy.

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