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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2005-01-02 - 10:42 a.m.
unemployable
"Well I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training; no experience to speak of
and I looked at the holes in my jeans
and I turned and headed home,
Na-na-na-na-naah, Story of my Life."
The above is, of course, not an original thought from me, but a song by Social Distortion. Regaurdless of origin, it's prefectly in keeping with my situaion. I just filled out an online jobsearch form. It asked me which software programs I had experience in and about my database prowesses, and I was like "um, I have great people skills?" Now I'm having flashbacks of applying for my previous job- I was hired, but on the grounds I tone down that "look" I "have going on." I'm just too cool for employment. Lets observe an imaginary Emma job-app, shall we?
Name: Emma Jane Flocke
Birthdate: 8/27/83
Previous employment: busgirl, hostess, waitress, expiditor, three days of retail (don't ask) more waitressing.
Reason for leaving previous employment: I colapsed into a sobbing heap and got fired, okay?
May we have the phone numbers of your previous employers? NO.
Computer skills: I spend a lot of time on facebook.
Personal info: The pink hair dye will rinse out eventually.
May we drug test you? YES!!! I'm so clean I don't even eat poppy-seed muffins! Hurrah!... I will get hired immediately upon passing, right?
Yup, it's pretty sad when your number-one selling point is what you don't do (i.e. substances other than my beloved cheap, pink wine). Ah well, such is the Emma. You'd hire me, right?
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
