That's it for today, just a random blob of useless information for anyone who might stumble upon this crappy excuse for a blog. I have saltwater on the brain and I think I'm going to spend the rest of the day shooting photos and playing with my self, I mean, my dog. But not like that.
Oh, this just in, got offered another low-budget movie and for some strange reason I'm thinking about taking the job. Did I learn nothing in Stockholm! Is not my new favorite scar not a constant reminder to avoid these things like the plague?! What is wrong with me? I think it's because I've had the whole week off and it's driving me insane. Every night I stay home, Charlie gets stronger. What? No really, surfing everyday and reading and trying to shoot photos is cool. For a day or two. The problem is that none of those things makes me any money and until I'm out of debt or dead I think I need to be earning some cash. Ah freelance life, what a bitch.
Peace out, bitches!