I’ll keep you warm in the winter.

Merry Christmas.

Introduction to Jane:

Hello, I am the Jane to my Daria.  I however writing this I am not intoxicated at the moment and I am going to take this opportunity to introduce myself as efficiently as I can. 
Like my cartoon doppelganger, I like to express my individuality in art with a variety of mediums.   My most recent project is creating a series of pieces which I call Andy Warhol’s.  Named after the man who turned iconic figures such as the Campbell Tomato Soup can and Marilyn Monroe into pop art, I have created something similar with the people who are iconic in my eyes.  The idea originated with my high school art teacher who created the Andy Warhol assignment.  From her idea, my imagination and personal style and I brought a simple class task to an epic level.  My purpose in doing this was to give something to the people I found in my life’s journey along the way.  I wanted to share with them how positively beautiful and magnificent I feel they truly are.  It was something I couldn’t find with words.  And as for all of my other arts and pieces I usually have the thought “What would John, Paul, George and Ringo think?” in mind.

As for my life story, it goes a little something like this:
I was raised in a religion who’s beliefs I never identified with and abandoned it’s practices when I was old enough for it to become possible.  I will not disclose the name of said religion in order to discourage prejudices.  My mother however still practices.  Though I find it impossible to have faith in any religions teachings,  she is always someone I respect and admire.
My school life was hardly anything memorable.  I was invisible and deathly shy and I would find myself in wait for the event that would change my life for the extraordinary. 
Then I meet Daria.  She saw in me the person I was desperately trying to find.  I had always admired and identified with her.  With her belief and attention, I desperately worked to express myself in order to win her friendship.  In doing so I had gained the friend and sister I had always needed.
 But our journey together took a brief intermission during my seven month adventure I had in Seattle, Washington.  During which I explored the beautiful state  of Washington while mentally growing up at rapid speed along the way.   My reason for my departure was to develop a closer relationship with my two beautiful sisters.  Because of the gap in my age with theirs and divorce parents I had never had the opportunity to live in their midst.  However we always had a sisterly need to get to know one another.  After that to me was accomplished I still had the need to further find myself and continue my journey.  All the while Daria was never far from me.  We became text messaging companions, telling each every bit of our lives’ insignicant details.
Now that I have returned my primary objective is to experience as many wonders I can find in my existence.  In doing so I have been through moments of euphoria, oddities, failure and disaster.  I believe I am destined to experience these moments repeatedly.

A few of my favorite things:
I am sort of an adventure junkie.  Whether it is taking a Greyhound to visit Daria’s pen pal in Georgia or living on my sister’s couch for seven months, I am up for anything.
I love nature watching and exploring. I like hikes in the woods and strolling through state parks.
Coffee
Crayons
American Spirit Cigarettes
Hunter Thompson
I admit I have a fetish for eccentric personalities.
And I have a guilty pleasure of The X-Files and a variety of science fiction cult classics.

The lovely Miss Jenny Lewis and her beau Mr. Rice gave a good performance with the always humorous Conan O’Brien.

For My Jane

 Barefooted tigress escaping her

              body as we danced ‘neath

     that nostalgic moon

              floating up up up up UP

                    to kiss her exhaled venom;

the smoke that only appears eloquent when

                 the air provides moisture to

             make  it  sway

                  “You only smoke to make yourselves seem intellectual”

came out of a sniveling, bitter mouth———

                  cracked lips sputtering

                       dharma bum wisdomisms, pseudo freudian analyses yet

Tigress and I danced on, smoked on,

                 indifferent to death

                           so  we

            challenged it.

and the moon shone on

——————Daria————-

Daria in costume.