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. border = 0> |
2005-04-02 - 5:44 p.m. The Pope is dead- but alive in my trippy-ass dreams So very rarely am I what I had been prepared to expect. Where was I before that rant? Oh, yeah- talking about my dreams. Annnyway, after the pointless makeout scene I went skiing on a mountain owned by the Powerpuff Girls. The problem was that since they can fly the roads leading up there were in a horrible state of disuse. I had a hard time getting up there in my little car and a few times I got stuck and had to sit in a snowbank while all the guys in Hummers passed me by. When I finally got to the top there were a lot of obnoxious frat boys. I saw my ex who reminded me that I hate skiing with a passion. He was right of course, so I went back down the hill. Then I locked myself in a room with 3 beds and masturbated. A pretty typical night of dreams in my world, all things considered. I know that sounds crazy, but it's true. I dream more and more vividly than anyone else I know. The life behind my sleeping eyes is amazing. The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
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