I have found the father of my children. I should probably tell him sometime. My new love? Dave, from Flight of the Conchords. Together, we would make beautiful and brain dead music together.

So basically, my life during this break has been random. I wonder if the people of New York would accept me walking my giant lizard. I've seen a cat on a leash, what's wrong with the monster? I do the usual, though. Get up. Practice. Smoke. Eat like a fat bitch starved for two hours. Maybe sleep. Practice. And, yeah, do it all over again. Don't try this at home, kids. Rock and roll lifestyles are only for professionals.

I honestly have no idea why anyone would read this crap, but I hear it's the cool thing to do. I guess you guys like to feel close to me, huh? Oh, babies, we'll get close. We'll get really close over the course of this blog's life. Or something. I'm going to go smoke some more.

PEACE, BITCHES.