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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2004-12-29 - 7:06 p.m.
X-mas
I'm presently listening to NPR. An impossibly clever comentator just pointed out that Christmas makes everyone even more like they are. The good dad goes the extra mile and becomes the really good dad... that was the comentator's example. I find it true in my own life, but not in such a merry way. For example, Jason's usually bitchy aunt turns pure evil. This year she had agreed to cook the whole meal, but at about 11 a.m (way too late to start a turkey). she threw a tantrum and not only refused to cook, but refused to eat or speak with the rest of the family. She went home, and a few hours later, her boyfriend came back to demand any presents she had coming to her. Tacky. Or the way that at Christmas I transition from being sort of bitter and mad at society to being really bitter and mad at society. Think about it.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
