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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2005-01-21 - 8:52 a.m.
manson not dead
Hahaha- I'm listening to a mix tape I made back in high school. I was way more punk-rock back then- way more melodramatic too. I laugh at myself, oh how I laugh. Speaking of one's past self, I may get Jason a Manson shirt for his birthday. He saw Marilyn Manson live 5 times and bought t-shirts every time. He used to be that tall, sulky teen with black-hair hanging out in the foodcourt at Barton Creek mall. Younger me would have fallen in love with younger him in a second. Here's how it would have gone, as set in said mall's Hot Topic.
Me: "Hey, I like your Beautiful People shirt. It's funny and cool."
Him: "I like your lipstick. It's as dark as my hair."
Me: "Aww, you're just sayin' that."
Him: "No, you're cute, but not in a deliberate way- cute in the child-of-darkness way."
Me: "Nahh, you're a REAL child of darkness."
Him: "You really think so? When I left the house this morning I just didn't think I looked enough like death warmed over."
Me: "You should drink and do drugs more. That helps you look dead."
Him: "Drugs make me throw up."
Me: "Really? Me too!"
Him: "No way!"
Me: "Hey, you seem cool. Wanna go mope somewhere together?"
Him: "Do I!? Hell yeah!"
Okay, as you may have surmised that was not a litteral acccount of how it would have gone down, but more me making fun of how we are/were. Jason got rid of all his Manson shirts years ago because he didn't want to be "that goth in the foodcourt" anymore. Can't say I blame him- that character quickly gets played out and being miserable forever requires UNGODLY amounts of effort. I decided something similar a while back, but as I told Jason, that doesn't mean he has to quit being who he is. He can be smart, scholarly, engaging and funny without hiding that he thinks Manson kicks ass. I should make him a shirt that says "Unashamed Manson Fan." It would be funny.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
