Hell yeah I got fan signs! Alright.. same sign, but still. It’s a fan sign! Thank you Mere!

If you want to snap a pic holding a sign, hook me up.

If you are a model, webcam model etc, let me know what your site or profile is and HELL YES I’ll throw you some traffic.

This @MacLethal666 motherfrucker is crazy, yo. Throw your panties on the stage.

Seriously. Never before have I wanted pancakes. Fucker has a stack and I got none.

also.. check out Mac’s cousin Bennett. – http://textsfrombennett.tumblr.com/

It is amazing to me how outside events influence my day to day thinking without me realizing it at first. Events such as a tv show plot for example. I’ll be pre-plotting a book I am doing and I come up with this amazing idea (to me anyway) and then when I am reading it to Bryci, I realize it’s very close to a tv show we’ve seen or a movie we watched long ago.

nertz!

Some of the ideas I am coming up with are truly out there. Things that make you think..wait… what? and you back the fuck and reread what you’ve read. I had one idea the other night before bed that i had to write down. It scared the shit out of me and yes, I dreamt about it. Hell yes I’ll be working it in, if not it’s own book. All about a bump I heard outside in the hallway. A noise I thought I heard, a shadow I thought I saw. All while home was pitch black, it was night, just before bed. The only light was coming in from the crack under the front door from the hallway and the peephole in the door, dead center. Like I said, scared the piss out of me. I relayed the idea to B the next day.. even she was like.. Oooooooooo yes!

If at first, the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it. ~Albert Einstein

I am sure some at least one of you out there has said to yourself… wait… you’re writing? wtf? I thought you are a photographer? I thought you owned the Bella network?

I am, and I do. I haven’t quit my day job and I have no intentions of doing so.

Writing is what I do to release stress. It is my hobby, it is one of my passions. If you don’t have ambition, trust me when I say, the ladies will find you boring quickly. I’ve never had lack of ambition, if anything, I have too much. I’ve always wanted to write, and I’ve always had something to say. I just SUCK at grammar. You know, that small thing that pulls it all together? Alright, perhaps I don’t suck at it, but it wasn’t my strongest class in high school. Bryci is the most amazing proof reader, she goes into my books flying, correcting this, proofing that.

Yet another thing we can do together that makes us a crazy irritating couple.

Come on, you know those people. They are great together, they look good together, they compliment one another. They seem to do everything right, and you just can’t help but like them, even though you want to hate them. Hell, you want to BE them.

hahaha calm down, that was me playing. I wasn’t all ego trippin on you.

Seriously though, we do make a pretty amazing team. She is my better half, no doubt.

So I’ll keep on writing and maybe, just maybe.. I’ll have something worth reading somedays soon.

Hell yeah we’re bad asses. Recognize, foo.

This is how I protect my porn I want to hide from @bryci

Today started good. Typical day really, my lady woke me by stroking my arm as she often does. Jack was there licking my hand, waiting for me to get up so he could go outside and desecrate the lawn. The sun was shining, it’s a Friday, hell yeah.. a good day.

I sat at my desk with a game plan of work work and more work. I was excited to get further along in what I am working on. Like I said, a good day.

My phone rings. It’s my Mom calling to talk to me about a very adult matter as she put it.

umm.. ok…..

She called to ask my permission to be one of the executors in her will. I asked her what she was talking about and she goes on to tell me she’d like the duties split between myself and my sisters. All of us would be equal, and when she and my step father pass on, it’d be up to us to take care of the details. Things would be divided up, sold and paid out equally etc.

I know this is something we all have to deal with at some point. It doesn’t make it a fluffy happy talk though.

Last damn thing I thought I’d be thinking about today was a world without my Mom in it, yet here I was.

Truth be told, I don’t want anything when my Mom passes. I don’t need a trinket, a book, a ring. I’ll remember her just fine, and perhaps I’ll think differently in ten years and wish i had taken something.

Kind of a gloom though cast over the day when your Mom starts talking about her death and what to do etc. Makes you think… wtf.. do you know something I don’t?

sigh.

Ah well, my blog, my story. Sorry if I depressed ya. This is a talk we’ll all have at one point or another with our parents and us with our kids when we have them etc.

Live every day as if it’s your last, people.

So now with it being almost 4pm, I am going to try and assemble the remainder of the day and rock out, with my cock out.

Happy Black Friday ma’ bitches.