Just a quick note to say that I have recently uploaded two new songs to mah collection. They are both covers I created from scratch for the songs: "Set Fire to the Rain" and "Dust in the Wind". I know, I know...they are definitely not similar. But tis why I strive to add some variety to the mix to shake shit up. Chiggity check them out below:

I didn't like the outcome of the election. I am SO furious and upset! Do you know what I'm gonna DO about it?! You REALLY wanna know?! ...I'm gonna flee the country. THAT'S RIGHT! I'm OUTTA here! I'ma pussy out and abandon everything because things didn't go my way!  ...Yeah, you go ahead and do that. If you don't love your country enough to want to stay a part of it, through thick and thin, then just abandon it completely...why not? Let's all move to Canadia, or Canada...whatever it's called, so that we can freeze our asses off! WOO! Seriously, people who get all PMSey because the hell fire of Romney didn't reign upon our country need to lighten up a tad. If you want to be raped of Sesame Street, forced to birth the child of your sweet daddy rapist, and absolutely hate people who are not bozillionaire's...then let's get the man in da white hizzouse to be Hitler himself! Yay! Ring around the Romney bush, we all fall down. I didn't really care who got elected, as long as Mit-Rapey didn't get put in a position of power to bend over the States and give it a fresh one. To all the people who are having anal leakage over it and want to give up on the country, I hereby say to you: TOODLES! Flee to France to have toast in the quarters of zee hairy moostache laydeh! Bonjour!

And that's all I have for today folks. I leave you now with the funk of AC/DC:

So I decided that I should give this hip new "blog" thing a shot. It's not like it's been around for ages and I'm late on jumping on the bandwagon or anything. It's more like I jumped on a slow tricycle, designed for a snail. I call it a sniecle. If we could teach snails to ride tricycles..wouldn't you at least want to try it? I would have the most badass snieclist of all time. And I would name him.....Juruffalo. Why? I don't know. And neither should you. All I know is that I need to go get me some medication STAT!

Ok, now that I have wasted precious seconds of your life with complete and udder (mooo) nonsense, how about I type something worth reading? Or not. Well, obviously I have a central website now. It contains all of my interests and work I have created over the years in one easily accessible place. If only there were a place like that for people to share who they are. Face-whata? Oh yeah, that ole bastard. Well that phenomenon seems to be a bit limited on what I can do and how I want to present myself, so I created a website from scratch to really showcase what I want to be seen. Don't worry, I'm still on and use Facebook. Don't get your crusty pink panties in a wad. No need for your to fill up your huggies just yet. I have not abandoned e-society and descended into social apprehension. I am merely just branching off into my own little world. That world, however, can be a dangerous place if you are not prepared. For I am a mysterious force of unforeseen existence. No...you're right. That means nothing. I just wanted to sound smart.

I hope to provide to you...yes YOU...with the content that you would dream to read. If you made it this far, then don't get your hopes up just yet. Give me a few blog entries to get your attention and steal your interest. I want to mug you with my words, while I flirt with your mind. Ok...it's getting weird between us. And for that...I do not apologize, for I think we have something special. Call me maybe? Bitch..you BETTER call me. And don't forget to ask what color socks I'm wearing. 

Anyway, if you still don't care about what I'm saying, then do yourself a favor and walk the plank off of this ship. For me bird is squakin' up a there storm, lad! Fuck, I wish I were a pirate. I would imagine becoming a pirate is much like being initiated into a gang. You have to do something to really prove yourself. If I were trying to become a pirate, I would steal the booty. I would steal ALL of that booty. For the booty is the pirate's best lad. The booty makes you feel good when you look at it. The way the booty glistens in the light makes you just wanna grab it. And having lots of booty makes others jealous. They see a pirate with so much booty that theyz be like DAAAAYUUUUMM! I GOTS ta get me summa that BOOTY! ARG!! That's right, they fantasize about getting some of that booty, for their booty is cheap and ghetto. That there ghetto booty. But booty is booty no matter the quality. That's my motto and I'm sticking too it. (I just wanted to see how many times I could use the word booty).

Now enough about pirates and their gold. I obviously need some help...and some sleep. SO.. I hereby leave you with this pirate poem to tickle your pirate fancy while you sleep. (That does not sound creepy...I promise).

Shiver me timbers, shiver me toes
I look at me booty, as the hot air flows
I sip on me rum, as I chew on me gum
Then I grab me booty, and alas the wind blows