I have an audition tomorrow for a part in an upcoming motion picture to be filmed in Michigan. It's directed by Sam Raimi and stars James Franco. The part's small -- I don't know if there'll even be speaking involved -- but I'm excited nonetheless. Could be fun and interesting; could be towering failure given flesh. If nothing else I hope my sure-to-be spectacularly mediocre audition tape makes its way to Youtube.
In all seriousness, if I ever manage to make it big -- HA! -- I'll be sure to delete everything I've ever posted online, because fuck, who needs that kind of baggage. Although I might leave the one about being turned on by the shemale; that's kinda funny.
Monday, April 18, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
I was either hugged too much or not nearly enough.
Yesterday I was perusing erotic art and came across a drawing of a "girl" in bondage with what appeared to be, uh, frosting on her lips.
"How quaint and delightful!", I thought. "This shall go in my book of memories."
Then, being the curious bloke that I am, I scrolled down to see the artist's comments on the piece. As it turns out, this was a cropped image! The original was too risque for Deviantart, apparently.
Not one to let such minor inconvenience as a link to an outside forum keep me from appreciating the full grandeur of this masterpiece, I clicked with abandon, and was shocked, SHOCKED, to discover that the full piece revealed that the lovely, comely lass had not, in fact, just enjoyed a delicious cake, but an entire army of semen from a feeding tube. Naughty boy! It also included his erect penis being "milked" for his fellow feminized captives; presumably, anyway, as his cell was but one of many, and they all included the helpful reminder that cleaning was to be done via tongue only.
tl;dr: I came.
"How quaint and delightful!", I thought. "This shall go in my book of memories."
Then, being the curious bloke that I am, I scrolled down to see the artist's comments on the piece. As it turns out, this was a cropped image! The original was too risque for Deviantart, apparently.
Not one to let such minor inconvenience as a link to an outside forum keep me from appreciating the full grandeur of this masterpiece, I clicked with abandon, and was shocked, SHOCKED, to discover that the full piece revealed that the lovely, comely lass had not, in fact, just enjoyed a delicious cake, but an entire army of semen from a feeding tube. Naughty boy! It also included his erect penis being "milked" for his fellow feminized captives; presumably, anyway, as his cell was but one of many, and they all included the helpful reminder that cleaning was to be done via tongue only.
tl;dr: I came.
Monday, April 11, 2011
This is why I shouldn't forget my medication for days on end.
I wrote a suicide note today, the thinking being that I would have an epiphany, or something like that, if I saw the kinds of things I'd be leaving behind; all the tasks I'd leave undone; why I'd feel it was necessary; etc.. It was therapeutic, somewhat, to let it all out.
So what all did I learn? What great insights into my soul and my future did I see laid bare? To whit: I'm a failure with no ambition, I'm too much of a pussy to kill myself anyway, and I owe everyone around me a lot of money.
Well, fuck, I already knew that. Thanks for nothing, suicide note.
So what all did I learn? What great insights into my soul and my future did I see laid bare? To whit: I'm a failure with no ambition, I'm too much of a pussy to kill myself anyway, and I owe everyone around me a lot of money.
Well, fuck, I already knew that. Thanks for nothing, suicide note.
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