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 This page has absolutely no point and no actual purpose save to keep what little sanity I have kept locked away in the back of my diseased little mind. This (*new and improved*) spawn of my varied and sundry psychoses sprang from my infinite boredom and need to vent my general hatred and discontent for humankind and the world at large. My demonic tendencies were aching for a home, and so I have created it. I do not claim anything more than the mere mediocrity I have already avowed. I am simply a child of darkness seeking my pulpit from which to denounce this sespool of a world in which we exist. There are no apologies and no pity. I make no excuses for being a bitch sometimes. I offer no explanations for myself, nor ask any from others. I simply exist with the goal of making it to the next moment to shout from my soapbox. All that said, In the way of introductions, here I am…I have existed in this plane for 20.17532103201 years or 7369.036006944444 days or 176856.86416666667 hours or 10611411.85 minutes or 636684711 seconds old as of 12:23 pm on December 14, 1999. I came into this lifetime in Baptist Montclair Hospital in Birmingham, Alabama. I lived the biggest chunk of my life in Sylacauga, Alabama (for goodness sake, don’t try to say it…you’ll hurt yourself), which is about 30 or 45 minutes southeast of Birmingham…famous for its remarkably pure white marble (used in several national monuments) and being the birthplace of Jim Nabors (aka Gomer Pyle). The name is Indian for “Buzzard’s Roost” because of its former life as a burial ground, and it’s so small that they have to pipe in sunshine. It’s the kind of town that makes you want to call Jim Jones in Hell and ask him for his Kool-Aid recipe. I moved around a hell of a lot as a child…which probably explains my in-and-out shyness and some of my various problems with intimacy (with friends) and abandonment…but I digress. One move was quite fortuitous. At the beginning of my junior year, I found myself in an even smaller town than Sylacauga, if that can be imagined…Thomasville, Alabama (situated about 100 miles north of Mobile). All in all not a bad town…especially since that’s where I met my darling angel/wife, Anna (known as esmerelda or relda to you freaks out there on the net). Chemistry class, sixth period…I know, better than a sidewalk café in Paris or a cemetery…, eyeing each other over the low, blue flame of a Bunsen Burner, accidentally bumping arms over chemical equations…ahhhh…l’amour. Anyway, we didn’t start going out until after I graduated from high school. We were married not quite a year after we started going out in our tiny little apartment here in Tallahassee, Florida (where we are both English majors, by the way). Two of our best friends, Jennifer Ray Snowbird Chalmers and Gauge Martin (aka Hazel) officiated at the Wiccan ceremony. As of March 27, 1999, we had been married one year…yay us. You can learn more about her if you click HERE to enter Where the Dark Angel Resides. There are several essentials to knowing me…and I think I shall enlighten you. First, I am a lesbian (obviously), and I am quick to jump at any chance to antagonize the religious right and other morons that are so uncomfortable with their own sexuality that they feel they need to attack the gay community. I consider myself a very open-minded and liberal individual, but I have no tolerance for such people, nor do I pretend to have any. While I’m at it, let me just list the people that piss me off the most: * sexists Okay, what else…I read constantly, and will basically read anything (except romance novels…you have to draw the line somewhere). My favorites: Douglas Adams (sci-fi, famous for the The Hitchiker’s Guide to the Galaxy "trilogy"), Ayn Rand (founder of the philosophy of Objectivism), A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking, Beloved by Toni Morrisson, Contact by Carl Sagan (also happens to be one of my favorite movies…Jodie Foster…mmm), Harriet the Spy (I know, I know…but I love that book and movie!), and numerous others. I also write incessantly…and sometimes insipidly. You can read some of my work and the work of my wife and some of my friends in What the Voices Whisper…. Email me and tell me what’cha think…or send me some of your work. I just might post it…with proper credit given of course. I also have several obsessions. I feel that I need to purge my soul of these things in order that we can move forward in our relationship and also to warn you of the strange things that may pop up in this little corner of insanity. Here goes…Xena: Warrior Princess; cartoons (Scooby-Doo, Winnie-the-Pooh, Earthworm Jim, South Park, Simpsons, Rugrats, Angry Beavers, Freakazoid, Daria, Beavis and Butthead, Thundercats, Dangermouse, Duckula, Sailor Moon, She-ra, He-man, and just about any others from the 80’s); lounge lizard music (Tom Jones, etc.); beanie babies; butterflies; faeries (obvious>; The Doors and Jim Morrison; Rod McKuen poetry; astronomy; photography (when I have film); rainbows; Wonder Woman; and last but not least in any sense of the word, my beautiful wonderful, amazing, intelligent, insane wife, relda, without whom, I couldn’t stand to exist. (See, relda? I did put you in there…. :) Another important thing to know about me is that I am Cherokee. I am a mixed-blood, and I am not registered in the Cherokee Nation. However, I don’t feel that that makes me any less Cherokee, and I am extremely proud to say so. You’ll find a link to my Cherokee page at the bottom, and on that there are several Cherokee links. HEY! Hold on! "I feel jipped!" you say? "I want to know more" you say? Well, I am only here to serve. For more info about the intriguing character that is your beloved webmistress the magnificent willow, click here to visit the Big Book O' Completely Useless Information About Willow That You Never Wanted To Know. Enjoy, my child. Well, I think that’s about it for the intro. Below, there are links to my various pages and my guestbook and slambook. Please visit and sign all…or else I will be forced to seek you out and kill you. That in itself may not be too horrible, but the things I’ll do to your body after you’re dead…eeeewwww…it’s not pretty. So…SIGN THE GUESTBOOK AND SLAMBOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hey! 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