My name is Julene. I live in NYC with my cat, Otep, and a laptop.
This is a semi-pointless endeavor in creative writing. You could always go check out Tattoo Snob. People tell me I’m funny in person, but rarely on the internet.
If you want to send me presents, hate mail or pictures of kittens: contact information.
It’s hard to write a bio about someone who is fearlessly online.
Julene likes her cat and she likes it when I send her pictures of cats but I’m not certain that she universally loves cats. However, I met Julene when we were both in the midst of other lives. I can’t tell you which one either of us were on, if one could assign a cat’s 9 lives to cycles in a human’s life. It’s possible that she was on her 57th. At that point she was peddling cigarettes, and I was living in a glorified mobile home. I was certainly wearing Vans or Chucks and it seemed Julene was taller than me, though I’m certain she’s not. That day she did, however, see me with my shirt off and we’re still friends so that should attest to her amazing capacity for acceptance of the odd and left-of-center.