Official site of who, exactly?
That would be me. I write. I blog. I make perfume. I do the artists way, hug trees and amuse dogs. I try to keep all cats I must go near perpetually stoned. I was one of the first left wondering exactly why I'd bothered getting a degree in mass communications. I quite like Minneapolis, where I live, and find life in an urban environment wonderfully stimulating and beneficial. I tend towards overly truthful and can be quite blunt. I think Immanuel Kant just didn't like to lose an argument, that Nietzche was a whiny douche and that Thoreau was also an overprivileged brat. I have never had a person who quoted Kirkegaard to me actually know what they - or he - was talking about.
I Twitter, a lot - and yes, sometimes I do tell you what I had for lunch, but only if it's something like a rabbit I caught myself. You might know me from Fat Chic, or from my career as an occult writer. Maybe you're another perfume junkie, or you're a fan of Daria or Doctor Who. I still remember the days when websites were relevant to social exchanges, but now I know social activity will happen far, far from this page.
