Well well well. If you've ventured into this little cesspool o' mine, then you must

a)Be very confused as to where all the Cure smut is
b)Know where all the Cure smut is, and are genuinely interested to read more of my writing and find out just *who* this mysterious Ade is! (This choice, of course, only being valid if Satan is busy practicing for the Winter Olympics)
c-1)Have been forced to come here by me
c-2)Wanted a link to my site and now are desperately wondering what the phrase "Cure smut" really means
d)Are really, really bored and have nothing better to do.

As I am assuming c and d are the options that apply to most of you, let me explain myself a bit. I'm Ade. I do believe that has been established. I have a website. I hope to God you've realized that one by now. Though most of my site contains Cure slash (there's that phrase again!), I DO have other interests (contrary to popular belief), and this is where they are. Sad that it's such a small section... anyway, the links below will take you where you need to go... there's pictures, drawings, stories, poems... whatever strokes yer throat.

Writings-Stories, weird essay things, dialogues from hell... whatever I'm in the mood for. Also contains an extremely effective autobiography.
Poetry- Sigh. Me being pathetic, Isabel being beautifully verbose. Oh well. At least they rhyme.
Artwork- Ooo, Ade's artistic, too? Not really, lol. Lots of cartoons, a couple paintings... most are non-sensical to just about everyone, but I do love them dearly. And, like always, not all of them are by me. Score, eh?
Pictures- Just that. Photographs of me and my friends, mainly, but also some that I've taken in an attempt to be all cool and shit.
Guestbook- Well what the hell do you think it is, twat?
Updates- Because I do it sooooooooo often.
Site- For those who for some odd reason wonder about the history and extraordinarily complicated HTMLing world of The Upstairs Room.

So there you have it. This'll look a lot better in the future; right now it's late, I'm tired, and the cats are very distracting.