I Can See Clearly Now, My Brain is Gone
This is the ugliest page I've ever made. I guess happiness makes you blind /and/ boring.

Geisha Makeup and Stomach Bile
What happens when Liz throws an anti-Star Wars party.

Disco!
What a cheery title for such a dreary page! My background sucks, but notice the lovely "P.J. Soles gets strangled" picture.

Dead Man Wheezing
Hospital stories abound. I love morbid ramblings, and I'm sure you do too.

This place is in need of a comedy act.
A mini-rant on asthma by yours truly. What can I say? I was bored sick -- literally.

April Fool (i.e. Liz)
Me at my whiniest. Click on this link ONLY if you enjoy hearing the self-involved ramblings of the human equivalent of a hermit crab.

Sadness and Complaint
Some thoughts from a jaded chiquita on the Santa Monica Blvd. Rocky Horror phenomenon.

Here comes the Jerry Springer shit.
Some letters between enemies who've since called a truce. Good if you like that soap opera stuff.

I Am Unoriginal
This is where my bad idea of starting a daily diary kicked in. All bitterness, all the time, and without those yucky brown stains!

Stand Back...Diva At Work
The first page I ever tried to make. Contains nothing of note, but shop from the Delia's link and I make some money off of it.

Home
Click heels three times to return to Kansas.