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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2005-01-12 - 3:59 p.m.
Jon's grave
Weird Jon story:
So my ex, Jon, calls me at almost-midnight. He asks where our mutual friend, the other Jon, is burried. Jon commited suicide a year ago next month. When it happened, Jon (my ex) was in New York, so he couldn't be here. I understand he would want to visit the grave (if there was one- Jon was cremated) but then it dawns on me that it's really late at night. Jon acknowledges this fact and apologizes profusely before hanging up.
Did I call that a "weird Jon story?" now that I think about it, things like that are pretty normal in my world.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
