I'm running out of things to rot. Oh wait...there's my brain still.
I am tremendously pissed with a certain so-called jazz queen (my ass!). I think it's a general problem with people in this country. They are too closed-minded for something new. And then wonder why things are not happening. It's because you are caught in the dark-ages, you stupid bi-atch.
"I want pure R&B. All natural instruments. Pure R&B. Something like "One Sweet Day."
Hey! Guess what jazz queen? You have a can of mushrooms named after you!
Next time you want soppy crappy shit like the stuff you want me to do, call Ajai! Don't call me unless there's a lot of money involved.
(Please don't tell her. I still want to work with her and also I don't want to ruin that ever slight possibility that I may get to bone her right after a big bird flies in and swoops me away to a planet named after me.)