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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2005-02-23 - 8:55 p.m.
ants in my pants
Just engaged in some emergerncy night-time vaccuming. The ant problem is getting out of control here, but in a way that makes no sense. Do the ants go for the cookies sitting out on the counter? The open bag of chips? Hell no, that would be normal insect behavior. My ants are as misguided as I am, and as such dwell in my carpet and bathtub and never climb up anything (chairs, counters, etc.). The nice thing about this is that turning on the tap flushes them out of the bathtub and a bit of vaccuming gets them out of the rug. I know they'll be back again in two days, but at least I've fixed it for the time being. As for fixing it permanently, I just may go against my inborn hippie sensibilities and buy some damn poison. I wasn't too bothered until last night when I was sitting on the rug playing Scrabble with Jason. Yes, Scrabble is the sport of kings, but that's not the point of this story. The point is that as I sat there, crosslegged, I was suddenly struck by an unpleasant itching. An ant had crawled into my jamies and bit me where the sun don't shine. A full 24 hours of trying to scratch myself inconspicously have made me very cranky. These bugs have crossed a line.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
