Now, don't be upset, but I joined a new blog. Not like I didn't have enough writing duties, but I am now contributing sporadically to my good (ex-girl)friend's interweb space where she reviews good books. It's kind of like what Eric and I wanted to do with music, but then 'Eric and I' became 'I' and the project kind of died. So, check back now and then to read about books you probably still won't read.
Also, if people weren't aware, The Black Dhalia is one of the worst movies ever made. The voice-over alone is hackneyed enough to put it on par with Joe Dirt, except Josh Hartnett's mullet sucks, Kid Rock is nowhere to be seen (but K.D. Lang is-- whaaat?) and he doesn't eat french fries off a frozen hunk of shit (JOE DIRT RULES!).
If you can't tell, I'm going a little nuts. I wrote all day yesterday, late into the night even, then went to bed and couldn't sleep. Something wouldn't leave me alone, so I got up and wrote 1,000 words of a brand new story. I just can't stop, which is redonkulous. Yes, I made that up, honkybreath-- I do I want!
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