Oh yes, to show you the fantasticness of my social life, instead of partying and generally being occupied on a Saturday night, I am writing on my blog. I like to think of it as dedication, if you will ...oh, and I will. However, it should be pointed out that this is somewhat of an anomaly, as I don't want you to think I'm lame or a loser. Quite the contrary, I am taking a leap of faith in you all to believe in the facade that I am possibly (or possibly not, since it could very well be a genuiness) putting on leading you to believe that I am sacrificing my social life for my writing when we all know I am the coolest thing to happen to July. If you followed that, more power to you, since I do not intend to try and edit it to make it more understandable.
Speaking of July, it should be mentioned that I am Mr. July (or at least the son of Mr. July this month as my picture is not the main picture, but a smaller one in the corner) this month on the Lois Greenfield calendar, Breaking Bounds. I shouldn't have to remind any of you since you should have purchased it back in December when I mentioned it, but I will forgive you. It is a shot of my dancing, and a hot one at that. I am looking all fierce and shit. You know, so normal for me. For those of you which did not buy it nor have any intention of buying or looking at it, I will not give you the satisfaction of a description. You lose!
I am in the midst of preparing for some awesomeness known as headshots. They will be taken tomorrow (weather permitting) and they will be hot. Be prepared to see some hot pictures in the next couple weeks.
Now, let me tell you a short story about Guiding Light. Oh yes, I worked on it. Now, don't go getting any delusions of grandeour on me. It was background work. I am fighting to break into the next level, hopefully the above mentioned headshots will help get me in a few more doors so my "hotness in person" can be seen, felt, and experienced. I digress. I arrive on set at 11am. Note this time. At 4pm I made it to set. So, the hours in between were spent reading and eating my lunch in my own private dressing room. That's right people, MY dressing room. I guess I should say that I was borrowing it for the day from someone more important, but for the day, it was MINE. Okay.
On set, during all the scenes (probably like 6 of them) I basically had two objectives. 1) Sit at this little cafe counter and eat an ice cream sunday. A tough task, with no actual pretend acting required since it was real ice cream and everything. 2) Flirt with the hot waitress.
Yes, a tough day indeed. And I was paid for it, which makes it better. Yes, to all of you who sit at offices or whatever, my job for the day was to sit and eat ice cream while flirting with a hot (and very sweet girl) actress all the while appearing (briefly and not int he foreground, however) on television on a show that has been around for 70 years. Yes, I know ...I have it rough.
I thought you would enjoy that little story. When the episode is on you might ask? I don't actually know, but if I find out I will alert the masses.
Two things more. First, I am still an employee at Abercrombie. What?! you might ask. To that I reply ...um ...I haven't been ther for like 2 months. Yet I still work there ...awesome.
Second, and this is some pretty sweetly exciting stuff that will make it necessary to change your pants after reading it and doing a "reader's double-take" where you have to read it again just to get the full effect ...like if you saw a supremely hot girl/guy (or me) walking past you and you needed that double-take just to comprehend the hotness that passed you by. Ready for it ...here it comes ...and again, I apologize if your mind is blown by this. http://www.ufojeans.com/ Oh, you can see some of my fine modeling work there. Cheers, and clean up your brain chunks and blood spatters from the whole I just blew through you mind. Take it ...that's right ...you like it ...you know you do ...whew ...alrighty then.
