I guess I should start to "blog" in effort to "connect" with...people.  Larissa says I should do this, and I listen to her.

I don't know what to write about. Um. I recently noticed that my therapist has a tramp stamp. That's hot, I guess. She also has a vision board in her office.  Which is hilarious. Maybe I should make a vision board. Is that an alternative to praying to god or wishing on a shooting star? No, The Secret is about being positive and creating your own reality. Big fucking secret. I'm not pessimistic, I'm just cynical. I once had an english lit teacher talk about how she wished the school would have "The Secret" be required reading. I wish the school didn't hire dumb hacks who wasted my time with watching movies in class so that dumb hack students don't actually have to read the book. Speaking of which, i saw The Road last week. Rarely do good books get made into good movies. But, "No Country for Old Men" was a good book and a good movie unlike "The Road" which is one of my favorite books written by the same author (Cormac McCarthy), but the movie didn't do it justice. It isn't really John Hillcoat's fault, I guess. I mean, the movie was ok. But, I don't think "The Road" is a filmable piece. Some books should just be left as books. Speaking of books, I am reading "Infinite Jest" again. I have had dreams of David Foster Wallace recently (sans bandana, if you can imagine that). He is one of my favorite authors, along with McCarthy. I wonder if he was a cool guy or if he was a total douche. I recently met and had a few personal exchanges with an author who wrote one of my favorite books and he was not only an asshole, but also a complete creeper. It is weird to hold someone in such high regard, and fall in love with their art, only to find them utterly intolerable, undesirable and greatly disappointing. I guess it's a good thing that I will only get to know DFW in my dreams. One should never really meet her idols.

My cat Bonzai is sick...again. He has chronic bladder infections which can be lethal in male cats. He isn't totally male anymore. I mean, when I adopted him he was fixed but a couple years later he had to undergo another sugery in which they also cut off his penis and just left a hole in order to decrease his chances of getting more bladder infections. So, now he is a transexual. But, I still call him a boy. I actually call him my little, fluffy muffin, to be honest. But, recently he has been getting the infections again. He is antibiotics and I don't know if those really help the long-term problem. In order to take better care of Bonzai and his adopted brother FUBAR, I have decided to make them into indoor cats for the first time in 6.5 years. Which means, they hate me right now. It also means, I had to get a fucking litter box. I hate litter boxes.

I'm thinking about titling the EP "Singularity In Space" but I'm not sure. I have other ideas. It will be released electronically, due to financial restraints. But, I will make some special, limited edition, hand-crafted, one of a kind copies as well. For those of you who like to TOUCH as well as LISTEN. Full length album will come sometime early in the 2010 year. Ok, I'm done for now. I'm not sure I like this blogging stuff. Do you? I mean, it must not be easy reading stream of consciousness writing from a girl who loves run-on sentences.  Follow me on twitter, for more concise, up to the minute thoughts. ha. this all seems very narcissistic. shucks, I don't really mind.