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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2004-12-26 - 5:34 p.m.
youthful neurosies
I want to gloat about my new car, but no one's on AIM and I don't want to actually call anybody. Sometimes I really don't want to use the phone.
Perhaps this is an outgrowth of the raging phone-phobia of my childhood. When I was little, I was afraid of the telephone, vampires, the larval forms of most insects, dolls, failure, success, my parent's old VW... I guess that's a deccent survey of my youthful neurosies.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
