I am a big weenie. I’m doin nothing for the big day of ghouls and goblins. no sir, I’m gonna turn off my lights so nobody comes to the door and eat all the candy……muahahahahahahahahahahah

Got to make love to the lovely lexi bardot today, and lovely she is. She has the foot thing…..as bad as any man I’ve ever seen. She can’t even help herself. Funny. And then I went and did some pix for the site….fun fun fun. And now it’s 11 and south park is on, and I’m gonna sit on my couch and snuggle my little lunchbox till we both fall happily asleep. Hehehe…goodnight.

Sometimes I think about changing my life completely. Not because I’m unhappy, or because I want to get away, but because I am able to. It’s so crazy how quickly one can change his whole life. Like those army commercials. It seems like, yes, I want the free hat, but talk about a change. Or maybe I should apply to Jesus camp as a camp counselor. Probably not my best idea, but an idea non the less. I’m going to play on myspace….just wanted to share.

Why women feel the need for the perfect head of perfect full locks is not hard to figure out. With all that we are fed, whether it be through commercials, or magazines, or even our dirty dirty industry, there is some subliminal messaging going on here convincing us that what we have is just not good enough. And I won’t lie, I own at least 12 ounces of clip in hair extensions, and the more I put in the prettier I feel. But I do feel best with nothing in my hair. So I just clip em in in the morning, and clip em out at night. Most ladies in my profession don’t do this. The majority of the girls have itty bitty locks of someone else’s hair glued, snapped, or sewn into their own hair. I just can’t do it full time! No matter how pretty they make me feel, I feel like they are a lie at the end of the night. Because every night when I go home I take down my hair, wash my face and turn back into the person I have always been. I look like me. Like I was born to look. WHY? Because I can’t commit. I’m deeply afraid of commitment so there is no way in hell that I could have something in my hair that I can’t get out. What does this say? What am I afraid of committing to? Lets see. This could be read a couple different ways. I’m afraid of committing to the industry-I don’t wanna be a pornstar in the middle of the night when I go get a frosty at Wendy’s. I won’t commit to being pretty-I don’t want people to treat me differently because of the way I look, and I want to be able to move throughout society unnoticed. (I mean, when there is a camera that’s different, but I’m an observer. I watch) and lastly, I won’t commit to something more than god gave me….not that I’m talking about the big HIM, but that higher power, that guiding light. This is the hair I was given and goddamnit at the end of the night, this is the hair I’ll deal with. So the conclusion? If you want a good girlfriend, who will always look nice, and never make you second guess your stability, go for someone with extensions. But always keep in mind, all it takes to get that shit off your head is a little glue dissolver. Yup. Then stability and commitment go out the window with last years tit job. And your bitch is bald.

Just fucked Stefani Morgan, vivid bitch. Nice enough girl, not bitch in that icky way, but it drives me fuckin nuts. She hates pot, so she says she is allergic to it, and throws a hissy fit everytime I smoke remotely near her, which is everywhere. So I went out back and ripped it before our scene to see if her tongue would swell up….you know, allergic reaction….anyway nothing happened. So I took her pretty face and smashed it into Sascha’s cock. hahaha ….I am going to have a front row seat in hell.

I need a dog purse. There I said it. I didn’t want to, and I have always hated them, but I see why bitches have em now. Sometimes you just want to put the little fucker in your purse so he quits eating everything on the ground. I should have named him dirt devil. little devil. But I won’t carry him around all the time in the bag. He’s got legs. That’s how dogs want to travel. Fuckin purse. Hahaha….now any dude who goes somewhere with me is THAT guy…..ahahhahahah…..oh this could actually be fun!

can we say clean house? I just freaked out today and cleaned the whole house. It smells freaking great. Too bad it won’t last a week…

not doing anything. Painting. Smoking. Playing. Loving. Living. Nothing.

Ended up coming home last night because I ended up having to work today. I know, out of nowhere! Cali definitely tried to eat Lunchbox, and he smelled so bad last night when we got home, he took his first bath…wet little rat lookin dog. I can’t believe I got a small dog. I am that chick. Great… ended up working for this lady named Doctor Natasha, a sex therapist. Me and Jerry were instructional guides for couples seeking something more….funny. we didn’t even do a real scene…..just kind of….fucked i guess. strange. and then he didn’t come. I mean there was no pop shot. Nothin. they didn’t want it. Jerry was like…..”um….excuse me for a moment…”

Think I’m gonna go to SD today, to hang out with Bud Bleeze and his mastiff Cali. Hope she doesn’t eat lunchbox…..