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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2005-01-03 - 9:02 p.m.
downstairs neighbors fighting
Hmmm. I'm trying to distract myself right now because my downstairs neighbors are fighting again. It makes me feel sick in my heart. Now he's shouting "Open the fucking door woman!" and she's crying something inaudible back. It makes me sad and queasy. Now theres a bang and a thud. I guess the door is open. A lot more thuds follow. Another bang. A slam. Some more inaudible yelling. I gather from all the thuds that he beats her. This happens about twice a week. So here's my problem. I feel morally bound to do something every time I see a horrible thing happening in the world around me, and yet I don't know what I could do and I know that this is none of my business and any medling would sourely not be appreciated. So... I sit here. There are more thuds. And more. I turn on the radio- more thuds. I turn up the radio. A slam.... and now there's peace. I wonder how long it will last.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
