This Is What the Digital Age Is Responsible For...

OK, so I don't know why I've not been searching random blogs actively to find cannon fodder for blog posts. I'm not going to tell you what I Googled to find this (it was NOT Japanese Porn), as I really don't want y'all to know, but oh, man. I think the picture makes it. I think it might be a cactus and a seahorse?

Back in Bland Cliches

A blackened moth bashes against a yellowed lamppost. Time and again, he finds no love.

So as my readers may have noticed I have been absent for a while and did not post a Halloween special, for which I sincerely apologize. It’s a long sordid story of excuses as to why, involving one or more of the following:

1. Depression

2. Japanese Porn that no one should ever ever look at

3. Illness

4. Writing a novel

5. Applying to schools

6. Shame for not blogging.

Here’s a picture, as promised, made by me in paint. Ranting follows.

[She then talks about some political stuff and NPR, which I'm omitting, as the next section is far more rewarding.]

...Though, I suppose as with all things radicals play their role. However, I may have to turn the dial next time they come on the radio. Classical music, ahhhhh.

Final Comments:

a. Novel

If any one wants to read my novel (it’s terrible), I am open to posting chapters online. It’s not going to sell, so some one might as well enjoy it. It’s about chicks and vampires. There is plenty of blood, sex, and drugs, none of that Stephenie Meyer censorship mind you.

b. Halloween Craft:

I was feeling particularly domestic one day, so I decorated a storage box for my boy friend’s herbal substances. With some glass jars for sugar, ribbon, and glitter sticks for scrap booking, I made a little portable apothecary box for him. Pictures of it, hmm, maybe, some day…

If you’re serious about herb, however, the best way to go is ordering jars from the Container Store. They sell all sorts with silicon seals at around $3, much better than paying a smoke shop $16 to have the same jar with “THC” puff painted on it.

c. Weird Music

To soother my anger, I’ve been listening to “Opium” by Emilie Simon. It’s got a hypnotic quality that makes me feel like sailing on oceans of peace.

Also, Claire Diterzi and Emilie Autumn are fun for an afternoon drive.

More anger next time and may that time be soon.

PS: I love everyone’s comments. Seriously, they warm my bitter little heart. Not even kidding. I’m tearing up a little, but then again that may be hormones.