Musically anyway.  Fucking finally.  I stopped at nine songs, which is either due to laziness or the excuse I've come up with that it's perfect the way it is and more songs would make it a lesser record overall, which I kind of believe.  Anyway, it sounds great.  I've got the track order worked out and everything and this record is going to kill.  I've never been happier with anything I've written. It's either going to be called "Foxin' Up Your Dreams" (thanks Ellen) or FemiNazi with the Femi xed out.  I think we're going with the former, though.

 Unfortunately, Jessi is out of town for the next month but when she gets back, the plan is to record at a studio and send the mixes to Jason to mix and master.  Lyrically, the record is all over the place.  It was initially going to be about nothing but people getting their legs cut off.  It's since evolved to half amputation/half broken hearted love songs.  And one song about dragons with unicorn dicks (thanks The Cunted).