I believe that we all sometimes tell ourselves that we have had enough of something. We sometimes feel as though we have dealt with enough in our lives. We have moments of weakness, or moments of complete despair, or moments where we simply wish we could do what that old adage says - throw in the towel. Simply put, sometimes we have had so much of something that we just want to give up. I know that I have experienced this feeling many times in life. Most recently, I have felt this way regarding ...

so we got out the car and headed to the white house. we took some pictures. you know, i had to go back to the car to get my mom's camera that she forgot. once again, when i was walking to and from my mom's car, i once again got a chance to see how the hatred for myself was showing. i was literally waiting and anticipating people to say bad things about me as i walked past them, hearing people laugh at me, thinking that i was retarded. here i was scared to death of criticism of the things that ...

i went down to d.c. yesterday with my mom. i didn't get much sleep first off. two hours of sleep actually. went to bed at 2, woke up at 4:20. it was like i had just closed my eyelids as soon as my mom came into my room and told me that it was time to go.

took a shower, packed up my things, ate some cereal, and whatever. we had to go back home several times because we forgot to bring along certain things such as map directions and my mom's digital camera. we started the trip ...

wow, i feel tired as FUCK!! dayum... i went from being a big ball of energy ready to take on the world to slump city.

man..... i decided to do something different today and jerk off to this.



i've jerked off to this in the past. it's on my computer's hard drive. you know, funny thing was i was feeling extra insecure about jerking off to women thinking that it would make me "less gay". like i hated the idea of not knowing ...

Yay! The early morning (OMG why did I stay up so late!) casting went well and I've got work next week. Travel again, but only three days. After last week's mega-boredom, it's okay. 3 days isn't that bad. It just means crazy welcome home sex and snuggling til dawn the day I get back.

And I'm meeting a photographer friend tomorrow to talk about interning with him for awhile. He says that I just need to learn the mechanics of life on the other side of the lens. Which is ...