One Potato

February, you used to be special and funky, "spunky" perhaps. Tomorrow my husband, Jason, and I are going to let my parents watch our daughter while we go out and... and... uh... have fffuuUUUNN? What is fun? I think I have memories of it. Dancing, singing, laughing with friends. Maybe that was all a dream. hm. I'm working on a particularly tribal sounding track on Reason, and by "working on" I mean "not working very hard at all on" and by "not working very hard at all on" I mean "oh yeah, I forgot about that crappy track..." dude, my ears are so moist here in Florida. I've got a goal: look super good in a bikini by May 30th. I've been running every day for the past nine days, maybe ten, and there have been some wonderful results already: I'm tan, "my poo comes out with no tears" (reference to the Cleveland Show), I have more energy, the jiggly parts aren't as jiggly. So... sigh... here I am, waiting for tomorrow.

Cute little dead mouse.

Glowing Insane

Triple bubble.
Run & run & run & run & urn.

I could forgo a beer, I mean go for a beer, like, a big one. Why is there no "Big Gulp" beer, 7-eleven? or a beer Slurpee? OOrrrr margarita Slurpees. Oh well, you've certainly cornered the market on hot dog flavored potato chips. Bravo.

Identical snowflake twins.
I had a dream last  night I pooped a poop the size and shape of a bag of sugar.

I swear it was a dream.

I... Did It?

I made a music video:

It's kind of a practice video using Lightworks (thanks Johnny). I also made the music with Reason 5(thanks Jason). MAN, I want a doughnut!(thanks America) We could use a sweet microphone for some vocals...

Peas & Cues