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Since we have officially been communicating via email far more than is necessary for a simple videotape transaction, I will add you to my official list of friends across the internet that I send random long rambling insane emails to in order to while away the time at work. If you don't want me to do this, and sentence yourself to a life of gloom and depression, say so now, and I will look at you funny, and shove arrogance at you. (You know, "How could you POSSIBLY not want to recieve frequent random emails from me? Birds suddenly appear every time I am near. Just like you, they want to be, close to me. People frequently swoon at my merest touch. You must have been... possessed by the dark underlord! I'll save you!" Shot of me switching to my superhero costume, which looks like me wearing a jester's costume and hat covered by a black trenchcoat, and red and white gloves with a patch on the back saying "Super Tiger". Not that my hero name is Super Tiger, mind you, I just picked them up cheap at an army surplus store. I need a better hero name. Suggestions?)

And, no, I don't stalk anyone on the list o' doom.