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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2005-03-25 - 2:31 p.m.
It's not my fault.... it's the crazy.
Vindication, people- we're talking about massive vindication here.
You see, I thought the problems between Jason and I were all in my head. I felt like he had changed drastically but he didn't see anything wrong. Then we had a horrible fight yesterday. I was crying and we finally began telling each other the whole truth. I told him that I've been more depressed lately than I let on (you know- that bipolar thing) and that I REALLY miss sex and feel like chopped liver ever since he quit being interested in me "like that."
Then he confessed that he hasn't taken his pills in AGES.
This is why two crazy people probably shouldn't date...
And yet Jason and I love one another, so it's a bit late for that kind of brilliant logic. Thus, we will work things out- but only in a realm where we both stay thouroughly medicated.
In the meantime, I kind of need my space, so we're still dating, just spending less time together.
Oh, and hey, speaking of ways to cope in the meantime, did someone say "boxed wine?" Woo-hoo and happy Friday, people.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
