~the intro~

...and regrets slammed into me like an amtrak to my soul...

*yawn* oi, muse o' mine! wake up! hrmmm? we needs explain ourselves to the general populace! why can't you do it yourself? you're my muse, blast it! be museful! *grumble* i don't get paid enough... will you get on with it? yes, o ever-benificent master! and knock it off with the sarcasm. fine. *clears throat* ahem! Hola, peeps! Salutations and greetings! Abandon hope, all ye who enter here... don't scare them away! who's the muse here? do you want me to do this or wot? ah, pardonnez-moi. please, continue. ahem! as i was saying...

Welcome to the keelan chronicles. Here you shall be regaled by the inner natterings of a self-proclaimed writer and Renaissance woman. Her interests are vast; her fancies are varied. She lives on a wing and a prayer and defies authority with every breath she takes.

She is also a self-centered git, but more on that later.

All you need to know for right now is that we promise you eternal salvation from boredom. If your interests lie in the realm of the absurd, that is. If not...abandon hope, all ye who enter here!