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Catt's books

Boneshaker
Dreadnought
Four and Twenty Blackbirds
Bloodshot
Clementine
Wings to the Kingdom
Not Flesh Nor Feathers
Hellbent
Fathom
Those Who Went Remain There Still
Dreadful Skin
The Living Dead 2
The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities: Exhibits, Oddities, Images, and Stories from Top Authors and Artists
Bewere the Night
Ganymede
The Inexplicables
Dead Witch Walking
The Good, the Bad, and the Undead
Every Which Way But Dead
A Fistful of Charms


Catt's favorite books ยป
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JoJo has Idolized her webby site.

JoJo is my LICK! Webmaster of the Day. Won’t you all go LICK! her as well? ^^

sounds like billy idol, “catch my fall”

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Riddick :: Looks clear.
(as the group moves forward, a creature flies out. They hit the ground, it passes overhead)
Johns :: You said it was clear!!
Riddick :: I said it looked clear.
Johns :: Well, how’s it look now?!
Riddick :: (glances around) Looks clear.

*stares for several moments, then giggles madly* Anybody else for a Riddick shrine?

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I need a haircut. I’m actually thinking of just grabbing handfuls and lopping them off, and if my fingers happen to get lopped off as well, then that is simply the price I must pay.

Except, y’know, my hair’s only a like, two or three inches long, so I don’t exactly HAVE handfuls of it.

And it occurs to me that a girl who actually wants her hair cut to within an inch of its life….maybe should never have been a girl at all.

sounds like david bowie, “nature boy”

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So….my mother is offering to pay for me to get a domain. There’s a catch, of course, but its nothing that I probably wouldn’t end up doing for her, anyway, so….so what?

So, I don’t like this. Something in here doesn’t feel right, and maybe its just weird timing, and I’m just walking into a period of increased depression, which I do now and again. Maybe that’s all it is. But I feel sick inside, and I think there’s going to be crying later today, and there’s absolutely no reason for it.

I fucking wish Amelia was here….

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BWAHAHAHA!! I have happies. Meggy sent happies. *glomps Meg* I loooooooove my Megs-chan, yes I doooooo!

I loved her before, of course. But, um, the fact that she caused Sandra to draw nekkid Cy/Skids yumminess, really not hurting. *bounces* Megs is my Snuzzy Nuggle. ^^

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Ok, well, this is nice. Blogspot’s back now, so I can actually see my blog again….in all its evil glory.

No, um. I like the colors. And Lucy Lawless’ ass. Its just….its about me, so I automatically despise it.

I just watched this totally crack episode of Brimstone. What is my affection for warped portrayals of the devil, anyway? Cause, um, the thing about Wiccans? No devil. So….the fuck? Still, John Glover’s pretty shibby as old Morningstar. Makes him seem like someone I’d hang out with. Which would be amusing, if highly retarded, because I’d always be calling him “Lucy” and “Star” and then Steve and Chris would be on him to prove that he’s the devil, and it’d probably end with him smiting the whole lot of us and thus regaining his seat in heaven. Amelia’d probably just want to know if he was scared of Carson Daly, too.

And the answer is yes, Amelia. The devil is scared of Carson Daly. Fucking CARROTTOP is scared of Carson Daly.

But y’know, you have to love a show where the car from hell…actually is from hell.

sounds like fatboy slim, “because we can”

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I am so bad at writing people back. I used to be really good about it: I’d write them back quickly, and I’d actually sound like I had a brain in my head.

Now, it takes me three years and I sound like a flighty four year old on crack.

You have no idea how much I wish I was exaggerating right now.

sounds like primal scream, “trainspotting”

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*blinks quietly for several minutes* That is the queerest shite I have ever seen in my life.

………I think I’m in love with it.

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……………………….Joss is so violently going to hell for this.

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Gods, its hot in here. Blyeargh. I just cracked my neck, which I’m not supposed to do, on chiropractor’s orders….but like, it was all, “Bitch, I ain’t movin’!” and I just kind of moved my head kind of up and back, and…crack. *blinks* It feels better now, tho….

So, I was flipping channels, and I paused at this little nothing channel, and watched some British band for awhile, and I was kind of liking them….and then I realized it was Wings. >.< *sighs* I really don’t have anything to say, but Scribble.nu is in this perpetual state of gay, and I don’t feel well enough to work on anything, and honestly? I’m hideously lonely at the moment. This seems very odd to me, because, um. I hate people. Sniper shots are welcome. I’ll just be sitting here listening to weird music and reading Glue. I’d apreciate it if you could aim your shots so that no gore splashed on the book.