very soon, i get to have another secret day of shooting. yes! the people involved are such a joy and so very nice but, seeing as how they’re kind of a big deal, there’s a slight conundrum: i can’t decide if i should be all “good to see y’all again” or just shut the hell up and do my job.
a friend suggested smacking their asses and impregnating them which, i suppose, is an option as well…but only with the one that wears glasses.
everyone should do a self portrait once in a while. yes, really.
“hip, urban” is code for “sexy hooker”
…jeez. you should know this by now.
all i want is huge amounts of a certain kind of success so i can share it with my friends and they can be successful too. it’s that simple.
these people need to quit screwing around and just gimme my show. jeez.
that is all.
best shoot ever.
the day ended with a pony, y’all. A GODDAMNED PONY. unfortunately, i don’t have pics of that, but i did catch this.
i guess people like it when you wax poetic about your desire for domesticated game and geriatric rape. i’ll be shooting a bud light commercial on monday.
…but i’m still advancing. this is good news.
hell, i’ll just buy a new pair of lungs.
wine. an avocado. wine. another avocado. more wine. camembert & crackers.
![this is what it looks like when you find out [friday night] that you have a studio test [saturday afternoon].](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ktfsgjgyGi1qzdnxbo1_250.jpg)
this is what it looks like when you find out [friday night] that you have a studio test [saturday afternoon].
