That would be me. You know- rladyofpunk or Emma or whatever. I drew that. In class. Because I have no attention span.
New Skool (you know, the stuff I'm writing now?)
Old Skool (archivey-goodness)
And now for some random Delerium:
Hey, guess what! I'm sporadically working on a novel! I think it's cool, but be warned- it's not spell checked (my dictonary keeps being broken) and when I transfered it from word processing to the blog a lot of the spacing got jacked up. Bear with it and read anyway... unless you're offended by sex, drugs and rock n' roll. If you are, FLEE NOW! If not here are the links:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
And this is what Matt Groening (the infallible creator of the Simpsons) recomends for getting by in college:
And since I'm just posting inane stuff at this point, here's my kitty licking her own butt.
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2004-12-17 - 9:25 p.m.
jason cult dream
Jason is in the middle of another nervous breakdown. Goddamn, I love that man, but he is straight-up crazy. Night before last I dreamt that he made me a slave in a diabolical ancient Egyptian cult headed by him. He took a branding iron from the fire which was surrounded by a group of chanting, monk-robed inductees and pressed it into my arm. It stung like hell and left the impression of a circled "X" on my arm, not unlike the "X-men" logo. It was actually kind-of nice to see him take control of a situation for once (said only with partial sarcasm). I'm sorry- perhaps that was too candid? Well, I'm still under the impression that no one reads these things, so I'm going to go ahead and state that I believe that dream was an outgrowth of my frustration in a relationship where I am DEEPLY in love and yet held at arms length by this man. Just for the record, we have not made love in I-don't-don't-know-how-long. Sometimes I want to shout at him 'do you know how many boys would LOVE to be with me right now?' but I don't. I keep loving him, hoping he'll get over his emotional hang-ups enough to snuggle me like he used to.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
