The Producers

I'm working on a list of dream producers. None of my songs will probably ever see daylight, much less a recording studio (other than my own really shabby one), but it's fun.

The list is pretty eclectic so far. I won't reveal it, though, although Steffi and Cyd already know who's on it.

My condolences to anyone who is dying to see it. I may eugoogolize you after you have passed away. (If you don't get that somewhat witty movie reference, you suck. The question is: do you swallow? You may excommunicate me now for being a small bit of a perv.)

I saw a disturbing commercial today. "The question is: when you turn your car on, does it return the favor?"
If you are being sexually aroused by a machine, you either have a wickedly odd fetish (and maybe a power complex) or you're a fugly bitch who has no life.

I am way too addicted to blogging now.