What is UP?

Greetings everyone.

At the moment I'm sitting in a cubicle in Azusa, California. Outside it is hot and desolate. I am caffeinated, bruised, and trying to figure out if I can make it to the National Porn Convention tomorrow. Wishful thinking I suppose.

My crack-pipe broke, all of my bitches migrated north for the summer, and I am currently stalling before one of the biggest crossroads of my life.

Who am I and what should I be doing with myself?

Strange. I seem to recall having this very same thought last March while surfing the Internet.

So aside from trying to figure out how I can shake Jenna Jameson’s hand, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I can try to convey to you what the hell I’ve been up to for the past 6 months.

So far, no such luck. So I think instead of trying to organize my experiences from Florida in any rational order, I’m just going to fly by the seat of my pants and stick to the tried and true traditions of this blog. Because how effectively can I communicate my feelings about those backstabbing ho-bags without just coming right out—on a whim mind you—and saying that I worked with quite a few backstabbing ho-bags?

Oh, it feels good to be back.

But for now, I would like to say thank you. Thank you for coming back and visiting. After such a long time away, I didn’t really expect to have any readers left. I figured rumors about crack-smoking (mostly true) and cutting in line at WalMart (regularly, I might add) had been spread far and wide. I’m overjoyed some of you decided to stay and chat. I’m helping out with a movie right now, but when I get back I’ll be sure to give you guys another update.

For those of you who remember me telling you about the last movie I helped out with, I have a link to share with you: The Resident. I'm in the trailer (I'm the stupid looking one screaming my head off).

Come to think of it, you guys might enjoy this too: Holy crap . That's me screaming again, this time traveling around 120 mph.

Unfortunately, that’s all the screaming experiences that I can share at the moment. But don’t worry. When the movie I’m working on right NOW finally gets finished, I’ll let you guys know because once again, there’s a scene where I’M SCREAMING MY HEAD OFF. But I’m dying, so that makes it okay.

See you soon.