my name is sohma g. dawling. i live with my boyfriend, steel rod, in a very  very small town at the base of the mountains in north carolina. it’s the tiniest of towns, only 2 square miles. we have two dogs: cutlery & noir. we also live with his younger brother, the goblin. no, these aren’t the real names. well, it is for the dogs. Steven, Rosalie, & Christopher are the legal nomenclature for the three of us.

i am an unemployed (employed as of the beginning of june 2009!) a visual artist and art school drop out. my sweety works in the auto parts industry in retail, his brother was recently laid off but took the opportunity to go back to school.

obviously by the sound of it we are far from making mad cash, but the story starts with my boyfriend making a single statement as we packed up our things and left the city of savannah (where i dropped out of SCAD), thumbing our noses: “it would be nice if the next time we moved, it was into a place we owned.” he said it in his most surly and deepest and aggravated of voices (his voice is usually surly and deep, not usually all that aggravated).

thus, the journey began.

sohma g. dawling writes 90% of this blog content with permission to state the goings on from Steel Rod.

Steel Rod aka steven is a very quiet fellow, not big on crowds, has a small circle of freinds he keeps in contact with since high school. loves sleeping, gaming (video, table top), martial arts, and reading. Steel Rod is the name his father wanted to give when, but his mother squashed that dream. she really is a sweet lady, though.

sohma g. dawling aka rosalie is an odd girl even by her own standards. she loves pretty much everything (to a point) but can get annoyed very easily over little things like rudeness.

little is known about the goblin. he’s either at work, at his girlfriend’s, or holed up in his room… like a goblin, but painting minature goblins and orcs. he stomps around and eats everything he can get his hands on. he calls his hammer “the fixer” because that is the only tool he claims he’ll ever need to make anything right. that and duct tape. the guy is going to school for construction.  yeah, that’s what i thought too. i just can’t form it into words.