Update on the Quirk of Fate Project!
Written by the magnificent =MasterPlanner!
Penciled and Inked by the awe-inspiring =ayattousai!
Colored and Lettered by the tenacious ~Terrible-Doll!
Fourth page sent to Colorist. Awaiting fifth page sketch from Penciler.



This computer is a useless piece of junk. So my mood isn't "amused," it's .

My first month's anniversary, I guess, to my new boyfriend is coming up. I sent a message to an artist I requested an anniversary card, and told her to move me up the queue. Now since I've only dated him three times, I still want some mystery to be left in this relationship before the new boyfriend say, discovers my ex-boyfriend's myspace page. Of course, this is a source of much consternation among my guy friends.

Friend: So you haven't told him yet?
MP: What?
F: Well, he knows right?
MP? You mean that? No, we always met at the restaurant, he's never been to my place.
F: *facepalm* You mean you've never told him about your other boyfriend?
MP: What other boyfriend?! I'm not my roommate, I date one guy at a time.
F: *snickers* You know...your other boyfriend. Otto.
MP: Aw shut up. (Line slightly edited for language; after all one of my best online friends is =DryBonesReborn.)
F: See, you don't even have a comeback.

In news outside of my extraordinarily boring offline life, and my humorous and enlightened commentary...

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These California hippies are going to kill me by the death of a thousand papercuts. I can't afford a car right now, so that's as "environmentally correct" as I'm going to get. I do not want my eggs to be prescrambled because the ass of my bags ripped in the middle of the road, halfway home.

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Is this shameful or is it just that I'm an incurable romantic? Or is it just that people are getting more and more brazen about admitting these things out loud?

This Journal's wtf?! item:
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“If you want to be a non-conformist, you have to look like us, think like us, and listen to the same music we do.” –Goth Kid, South Park “Raisins”

That is all. Now back to the regularly scheduled Ottophilia.