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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2005-01-22 - 5:02 p.m.
marilyn manson sex dream
I'm running a fever of 101.5, but since I'm melodramatic and prone to whining, Im going to round that up to 102. That's a high temperature. I just took some more generic acetomenophen, so I should feel better soon, but I'm still a few notches over the "delirious" line. My cough syrup imbibing is probably contributing to that.
So I'm fevered, a bit wacked out, and we all know I'm prone to weird-ass dreams anyway. I took a nap earlier and had a dream where I was having sex with Marilyn Manson. It was actually more sexy and less creepy than you'd think. Still, that will deffinately be the new champion in my "weirdest dream sex" category.
I also can't figure out why I feel so naughty even though I'm sick as a dog. Most peculiar.
The last thing I wrote before this thing. The next thing I wrote after this.
