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 - 7:43 p.m.
I have a cold
I hab a cowld.
Either that or the flu- I'm not sure. Hell, maybe it's SARS. All I know is it involves boogers and not being able to think straight. And why the hell can't I see my older diary entries yet? I mean, I know the Diaryland folks are working as hard as they can, but I'm obsessive, damnit! I demand intant navel-gazing satisfaction! I want to see me and think about me and yadda yadda yadda. I also want freedom from the fear that Nyquil will interact with my Effexor resulting in "Seratonin Syndrome," which I think can result in death. I dunno- I think I'll go research that.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
