tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7982044257298168602011-11-27T19:05:03.943-05:00A blog about the crazy stuff I see everyday, along with my wonderful illustrations.alicia g - www.linguanigra.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17530309994422323888noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798204425729816860.post-15349309800863294272011-04-25T22:45:00.001-04:002011-04-25T22:46:18.169-04:00test<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798204425729816860-1534930980086329427?l=linguanigra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alicia g - www.linguanigra.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17530309994422323888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798204425729816860.post-27666552077533356652008-10-11T22:07:00.003-04:002008-10-11T22:15:15.163-04:00<div>A few years ago (hey, I told you these stories would be from a while ago!) I had a dream.</div><br /><div>I was running from something. It must have been really really frightening, because I remember I was running very fast. It was dark, very dark and cold. I think.</div><br /><div>Anyway, I was running away from something, in the dark and I was in a forest. There were trees everywhere. It was kind of like the opening of Tales from the Darkside.</div><br /><div>I was running and trying not to run into anything, since it was so dark. Then, suddenly, I started to get hit with branches! They were hanging low from the trees and brushing up on my face as I ran. It really felt like they were hitting my face. Then one brushed my lips, ever so slightly. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I woke up.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It was my cat, Bruce, touching my lips.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256084950589413906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d5MEDK4wN1Y/SPFdaiUomhI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tsNl_RuaMO8/s320/img153.jpg" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798204425729816860-2766655207753335665?l=linguanigra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alicia g - www.linguanigra.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17530309994422323888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798204425729816860.post-71456600518840177202008-10-10T21:57:00.004-04:002008-10-11T00:43:57.506-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5MEDK4wN1Y/SPAh-SfFOgI/AAAAAAAAADs/g_KkU9GGrnI/s1600-h/img152.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255738119139179010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5MEDK4wN1Y/SPAh-SfFOgI/AAAAAAAAADs/g_KkU9GGrnI/s320/img152.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I was enjoying lunch with my sister and best friend Amber (hey girl!), when this handsome guy walked in. He kept looking over at us and I probably would have given him my sister's phone number until...wait, what is that on his arm? He had a tattoo on his arm. </div><br /><div>Now I'm definetely not one to judge, as I have a few tattoos, but art is art and this it was not. It haunted me in my dreams. I still think about it, I am frightful.</div><br /><div>The tattoo was of a panther with a woman on his lap. The woman was naked and had 3 scratch marks on her booty. I am not making this up. </div><br /><div>This was in the summer, but the image is still in my mind. Okay, I'm not an illustrator, but this is pretty close to the real deal.</div><div></div><div>If you have a tattoo like this, you should probably not wear cutoff shirts like this handsome young man did.</div><div>Thank you.</div><br /><div>alicia</div><div><script type="text/javascript">var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "<a href="https://ssl/">https://ssl</a>." : "<a href="http://www/">http://www</a>.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));</script><script type="text/javascript">var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-5912778-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();</script></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798204425729816860-7145660051884017720?l=linguanigra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alicia g - www.linguanigra.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17530309994422323888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798204425729816860.post-14523833118848269592008-10-10T21:53:00.003-04:002008-10-10T21:57:12.829-04:00Okay, since everyone and my mom has a blog, I have finally decided to post one up! I don't know how frequent this will be, but you will be inundated with my many professional drawings (sarcasm) and stories that go with them.<br />For those that know me, I have a million. Really.<br />Please let me know what you think!<br />alicia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798204425729816860-1452383311884826959?l=linguanigra.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>alicia g - www.linguanigra.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17530309994422323888noreply@blogger.com0