
When you discover that Cartboy did not just graduate from your local neighborhood Ivy League college, as you initially supposed, but rather the high school down the street. Doh!
God help me, I know this won’t stand up in court, but there were no dudes like this in my high school.
Still, in spite of the inherent risks, my cohort Em Em and I are still looking for someone to draw this ill-conceived adventure. If you can draw and don’t mind small, confined spaces too much, drop me a line.
I’m often asked why I’m still single, what with my enormous brains and slammin’ bod and all. Like most questions worth pondering, the answer is not simple. But for those of you out there who know someone whose single-ness you just can’t wrap your mind around, here’s a glimpse at what we’re up against.






Thanks to Pascale for adding me to her FFFL (Fucking Funny Forward List).
Name's Kirsten. I'm a splitter of hairs, a hillbilly, a rock horns devotee, an ellipses-lovin' fool, and queen of the conceptual jinx. I'm also a geek and the grateful human of littleblackdog. I do this and that and some of the other … up to and including writing this here blog.