I'm not good with titles

Nothing exciting, just wanted to update.
Watched a special on the Discovery Channel the other night about cows giving birth. It was pretty insane. Took a strong tummy to watch.
I actually saw that happen in real life, liiike...2 years ago (wow, that was TWO YEARS ago??!) while recording upstate. Thinking about it made me miss waking up every morning, far away from my hometown, just to play music (and eat granola) all day & night. I want to do that again. It's about time.
Fortunately, some things are in the works..I hope this means I get to return to it all very, very soon. :) Fingers crossed.

...And all it took was a televised cow caesarean section to get my butt in gear! Well, whatever it takes, I guess...

Phil Collins Pumps Me UP

Genesis' "Invisible Touch" plays on the radio in my office at least 3 times a day.
Every time it comes on, I feel like I should be doing aerobics.

New iPhone App Scheme

This idea was inspired by my lovely friend, Amy.
You see, Amy had a late night Thursday evening. Sangrias were poured, cocktails were shaken, & eyelashes were batted in the general direction of young, handsome doormen. On a night like this, many things are possible, but only one thing is inevitable: the Drunken Text.
I'm sure 9 out of 10 of you have been there. Whether you are male or female, young or old, buzzed or completely obliterated..at some point in your life you have probably found yourself cringing over the contents of your cell phone's "Sent" folder, the day after a late-night inebriated escapade.

Now, I don't want you all to feel dispirited!
Just because you want to paint the town red doesn't mean you should have to suffer the Morning-After blues. I have a simple solution for the lot of you:

The Apple iBreathe

This new application for the iPhone is easy to install, and will be extremely user-friendly (it's got to be, considering those putting it to use will probably be a couple of drinks in). It is a breathalyzer for your phone, to prevent any form of drunken texting or calling. A tiny sensor will be installed into the mouthpiece of your phone, directly below the surface of the outside shell. This sensor will be undetectable--no one has to know you have it.
Once installation is complete, you are ready to go!
Simply enter the phone numbers of anyone in your address book who you fear you may call or text under the influence. Your iBreathe will remember these names, so whenever you attempt to call or text any of them, you will have to breathe into the mouthpiece of your phone in order to do so. If the iBreathe detects you have had one too many, you will be blocked from placing the call/text until your blood alcohol level is back to normal.

So drink up! In the meantime, I will be on the hunt for some investors so I can soon make lots of money off all of you.
:)
Cheers!

Yum(&)m....

Went to the M&M store in NYC yesterday.

It was fantastic.
Touristy, yes.
But it didn't matter, because there were M&Ms. EVERYWHERE.
I was slightly disappointed though, because I would imagine the three-level M&Mpire to have Crispy M&Ms. There were none to be found.

I have a weird penchant for blue crispy m&ms. Really thought I'd have some smothering my taste buds that day. But it didn't happen.

At least they had dark chocolate peanut, and peanut butter, and almond...all brilliant.

But Crispies...wherever you may be...you can't hide forever.

I'll getcha.

Thursday, Rainy Thursday...

After a glass of chardonnay and two (and a half) bowls of Jenna's extraordinary nacho cheese dip, I've decided (and I'm pretty sure Jeane and Andrew agree) that Long Island getting sucked into a Ghostbusters ghost trap is a pretty great idea for a tattoo.

I don't have much to say, but...

I have "Therapy" from "tick, tick...boom!" in my head.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mRZqFAqF7Ls

It's been there all afternoon. And all morning. And I think last night as I was trying to fall asleep, too (I could barely fall asleep, because as tired as I was, I couldn't pry my brain away from thoughts about my insanely messy room, and how badly it needs to be cleaned, and how many THINGS I need to just THROW OUT) ...I am such a packrat. My packratism has become a fairly large problem, considering how off-balance my "bedroom floor surface area : amount of crap I have" ratio is. I'm not going to need this stuff in a year. Or two years. Or ten years. I don't even need it yesterday. It's all gotta go.

I've become a bit too apprehensive for my own good when it comes to going back to school this year. I don't want to take night courses, I want to go back full-time. But I have a full-time job that pays alright...just barely pays the bills with some extra spending/saving cash for whatever...I worry, because I cannot do both at the same time, which means I need an evening/night job that pays just as much as my 40-hour-a-week job. Besides prostitution and shoplifting, I believe my primary options are bartending and waitressing. And bartending. Aaand bartending. I'm sure it's tough to even get a gig like that, seems like everyone's flocking toward that option for themselves. And I'm not exactly a liquor connoisseur. AND the fact that I'm starting the majority of these overwrought sentences with "AND" is a sign that I need to go in the back, make some tea, and put on some Jamiroquai before I lose my miiiind!

Someone please tap me on the shoulder and tell me to chilllll out.