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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2005-02-01 - 10:04 a.m.
vulture
I was standing on my balcony... okay, I was smoking a cigarette. I cheap, menthol cigarette in the cold. A pretty dumb situation anyway, but then, all of a sudden, a vulture swooped down about twelve feet away from me. Then he went back skyward on the updraft, but it was erie. You don't normally see those things so close, especially not in flight. He looked right at me. It was very Poe- like a symbol of my self destruction being like "Hey, don't forget about me- I'm still here." Freaky.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
