i passed out next to my husbands legs

i spent the day alone with garage band in an attempt to write an R&B song. i think i should have stopped after the eight hour point, because the results are ridiculous, SCARY, and i still sound like a white girl.








i stole some lyrics from a Satie interview
gave a shout out to early 90's monica,
michael jackson,
and from chris ryan i borrowed "are you karaoke?"

david the pineapple and dustin the italian are going to be here in a few hours. i am fucked.