Well fuck me, it's January, the new year. Things are crazy and busy, but I'm feeling good. Writing more, and my writing has greatly improved. I think reading about writing and style has helped immensely. I feel totally over my ex, and I kind of roll my eyes at how naive I was with her and how much shit I put up with. My thesis progresses like shit. At what point will I admit I have writers block on my thesis? I haven't written on my thesis in a while, and I've been telling everyone I have. It's a little embarrassing. I've been writing about everything else, except my thesis.

In other news, I am working on an article on sex work, to present at a conference in Las Vegas and I listen to a lot of music. Music is life, it nourishes my soul.

A show I absolutely love lately is Californication. I love stories about writers with totally fucked up problems, yet still remain honest, confident and sexy. That's all I really have to report. I am off to stare at a blank page. Later, I predict I will mentally beat myself up for not doing anything but watch old Californication episodes.

I've been listening to and enjoying this band:



The new episodes of Californication look fucking awesome with Marilyn Manson and Steve Jones (of Sex Pistols fame).