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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2005-01-08 - 7:00 p.m.
soy dogs
I just ate a veggie dog. It tasted rubbery and fake, but the mustard mostly covered it up. I would be upset, but if I remember corectly, that's what meat-based hot dogs taste like too. I've been a vegetarian for 4 years now, so I can't remember what a lot of meaty things taste like. The only time I do remember is when, on the day before my period, I get cravings for meat so strong I can taste it. I suppose my body needs more protien at "that time of the month" or something, but it's most odd. A couple of days ago I was craving something I couldn't put my finger on, and I realized it was a cheese burger. I was so relieved because it was a sign that I (as usual) I'm not pregnant. I don't even know why I would be, but if I'm so much as a day late, I start panicing. This panic lasts until I feel really compelled to go get some fried chicken or something equally dead. My body is a very funny thing.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
