The Girl

I’m Nicole Antoinette.

This blog is about my life. It’s also sometimes about my vagina. And my mother. But not my mother’s vagina because in spite of what you may have heard I do in fact know the difference between things that are sort-of-okay and things that are not-okay-at-all-no-matter-what.

Sometimes I write about cute Asian babies, and high school, and Helen Keller. Other times I write about heartbreak and my decision to quit drinking. And about my internship with The Bloggess. And about my boyfriend who is referred to on this blog as James Bond even though that’s not his real name, he’s not British, and he doesn’t own a tuxedo.

I know, I don’t understand myself either.

Outside of this very pink blog I can usually be found in the designgasm-filled world of Shatterboxx, the kickass web design company that I co-own with my best friend, Jamie. As the company’s Princess of Particulars, I handle our client relations and daily business operations, and I’m also the “curator of awesome shit” for our Twitter account, which gives you a behind the scenes peek at everything on the internet that makes us say “Oooo!”

In February 2012, Jamie and I will be launching our first iPhone app, Paper’d, which basically makes your iPhone prettier and more fantastically awesome than ever before.

Spoiler alert: we’re very, very modest.

Offline, I can most likely be found training for one of my eleventy thousand upcoming races or testing recipes for my food blog, Get This In Your Mouth. Other than running and cooking, my list of “shit I’m generally pretty interested in” includes: vintage dresses, roasted figs, buying new underwear to avoid doing laundry, sending emails written in all caps, talking about television characters as if they’re my real friends, overdosing on peppermint tea, and people who can say “ya’ll” without sounding like total douchebags.

If you haven’t had enough by now and would like to read real-time rants that often include references to cheese and The West Wing, you should follow me on Twitter (@nicoleisbetter). If you’d like to read my manifesto, you can find it here. If you’d like to jump in a Las Vegas fountain with me in May, you should sign up for Bloggers in Sin City. If you’d like to friend me on Facebook, please include a message telling me how many people you’ve slept with so I know that you came by way of this blog and are not trying to creepily pop up in front of my window on a random Tuesday morning. If you’d like to do the window thing, you should just ask. I’m all about surprises.

To sum up, here are my general public service announcements:

My public service announcement to the ladies is that leggings are not pants.

My public service announcement to the gentleman is that chivalry is not dead and that they should fucking hold the door open for me once in a while.

My public service announcement to my parents is that everything is probably their fault.