SICK OF IT ALL

Hi! This is Nicole. Paris is asleep. I'm wearing the helmet now. Everybody pays so much attention to him. Sometimes it kind of bugs me. I know he's got a way about him. And who can resist that mustache? But sometimes I feel left out, not to mention misunderstood. I try hard. I really do. You have no idea what I put up with. I could tell you stories. Seems like I'm always on my back with my legs spread. My father wanted to name me Miles but I came out Nicole. Well actually I came out Marta...then Nicole. I think I was adopted. It's all so confusing. I haven't seen Christmo in a couple of days. I hope he's OK. The gay guy from down the road's been feeding us. Even he seems to like Paris more. Oh well Paris swings both ways. I just had a full dinner and I'm feeling a little poosily. Gotta keep my figure.