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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2005-01-09 - 7:16 p.m.
sexy men magazine
"Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held- it pays my way but it erodes my soul."
Or, why I'm doing my best to stay unemployed, as expressed by my secret lover, Morrisey.
Speaking of pretty boys, I remember back in junior high when my friends would bring their Bops and TigerBeats to school. I'm proud to say that I never bought such a magazine for myself. I'm also proud I never fell for New Kids on the Block like they all did, but I will admit, when they would bring over those magazines filled with tough-yet-non-threatinging pubescent types, I oggled just as much as they did. In retrospect, Jonathan Taylor Thomas was never that good looking.... anyway, I discovered real porn a few years later and never looked back.
Okay, I'm kidding. I'm not really into porn- I hate how inevitably fakey porn stars are. Don't get me wrong- I love naked people- just not ones with boob jobs and emotional problems driving them to accept a few thousand dollars to suck a few thousand cocks. Yuck.
So where's all this babbling getting me? To the part where I explain my concept for a "Real Woman's BOP." It would feature both insightful articles and inteligent eye candy. I'm thinking the premiere issue should feature three decades of shirtless David Bowie pictures- twiggy, aging, but still oddly sexy. Then there would be a write-up on why Jack White of the White Stripes is so bizzarre, accompanied by a few pictures of him brooding... brooding and wearing his typical tight, red pants. Then there would be an article discussing the rise of Dracula as a sex symbol, from the 19th century through Anne Rice. The last page would have a pointless picture of Johnny Depp.
It would be a chance to oggle but still feel inteligent while doing it! Who's with me? Lets see a show of hands! Excellent! ...Now who's with me and not a gay English professor? No one? Hmmm... I guess that's okay. At least we have comparable taste in men. And next month's issue will be an attempt to unravel the sexy appeal of Lord Byron. That should make every one happy.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
