

Cheryl
Lynn isn't quite sure who she is, but
she's pretty sure of what she wants to be. A warrior woman. A
bad-ass mamajama.
Perhaps an earth goddess extraordinaire. She spends her days
abusing keyboards
and screaming at computer screens while she waits for her
cult following
to finally show up.
She changes her mind more often than extras in rap videos change thongs.
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Remember: save to your own server, sweets! |
Reading
So Yesterday. |
Writing
Code. Endless code! |
Hearing
B R Right.
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Watching
Sons of Anarchy. |
Building
Websites. |
Eating
A hamburger. |
Drinking
Water with lemon. |
Buying
A new printer. |
Thinking
"This year went quick!" |
Playing
Grand Theft Auto IV. |
Adoring
Cute animals. |
Saying
Just enough. |
Abhorring
Ignorance. |
Feeling
Happy. |
Hoping
To stay healthy. |
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Oh, sweet Jesus...
“The kind of characters he runs into is like Spider-Man’s granddaughter, who is called Spider-Bitch and she is this black Spidey-Girl type of person that runs around in Utah. He runs into what’s left of the X-Men. He runs into the remains of the Marvel Universe. And it’s done in a way that you have never seen before.”
--Mark Millar
Please please please please let him mean black as in the black costume and not black as in the race. Please.
Cheryl Lynn @ 04:29 PM EST Link

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