Day 496 of 365 More. Got my car back and went to work. These last several days of not really sleeping are starting to catch up to me. I was ass tired all day. Hopefully I’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight because tomorrow I make my return to Baraoke! Tonight, was the beginning of…
Day 495 of 365 More. Well, that got your attention didn’t it? More on that later. So, at long last I’ve finished the coffee table book of the first year of 365 Days. Talk about a labor of love. There’s not just the straight year of self-portraits, editing the book was a bitch and a…
Day 494 of 365 More. I often say I don’t sleep. That’s not really true. I just sleep very very little. My normal amount is 4-5 hours or so a night. Last night I got about 3, give or take. The difference between 3 and 4 hours of sleep in immense. I aim to fix…
Day 493 of 365 More. You know, I thought yesterday’s pic was pretty good, but I guess no one else did. It’s now after 4:15 in the morning. I’ve been up all night working on Christmas presents, and I’m STILL not done with shopping. ARGH! I took this pic shortly before midnight. I had something…
Day 492 of 365 More. Do you remember when the Steelers were a good football team? At this point, only vaguely. *sigh* After the game I had a shopping date with one of my models and got some more Christmas shopping done. Then I came home and did some photoeditting while watching the season finale…
Day 491 of 365 More. First of all, Happy Birthday to my little brother Marcus. Went looking through my basement for the extension cable to the lights for my christmas tree. Still no luck. But I did find something cool. My black Santa hat. I bought it a couple years ago when I saw it…
Day 490 of 365 More. It’s not quite a partridge and a pear tree, but today is the first day of the 12 days of Christmas. Steph and I started the celebration by going out and doing some shopping after work, and then coming home and putting together our tiny little Christmas tree. Seeing as…
Day 489 of 365 More. Art is pain. Sometimes it’s psychological pain. Sometimes its emotional pain. Sometimes its spiritual pain. Sometimes its physical pain. Today, its physical pain. Did my first photoshoot in several weeks tonight. It went quite well, but towards the end, I burned my thumb while adjusting the lights. There’s a blister…
Day 488 of 365 More. I put a lot of stock in the fact that I don’t have to dress up for work every day. I could be making more money than I’m making right now, but that would be at places where I can’t wear jeans and t-shirts to work. Being able to dress…
Day 487 of 365 More. Picture of an addict in action. I’ve actually been trying to quit smoking for a while. Kind of passively trying anyway. A pack of cigarettes lasts me a few days. I generally get by on 5 or 6 a day. Today I had four. Mostly because that’s all I had…
Day 486 of 365 More. Ever wonder how I grew up to be so big and strong? It’s because I take my vitamins everyday. Combine this with the Charles Atlas workout and one day I’ll be kicking sand in bullies faces. Just imagine if I could drink milk. 10 Million Strong…. and growing… 365 days
Day 485 of 365 More. So first of all, thanks to Mickey for taking pity on me and renewing my flickr account. I still don’t think I’m cute, but since she does, here’s me in all my sexy nekkidness as thank you to her. All of you who didn’t find me cute enough to gift…
Day 484 of 365 More. Had my last wrestling show of the year earlier today. That took up most of the day. Good show, had fun, but it’ll be nice to have a break from it all. Came home and spent some time working on Elseworld while watching Tombstone (one of my favorite movies). I’ve…
Day 483 of 365 More. Whenever you see a picture of my finger like this, one can usually assume that I’m bragging about my name being in print somewhere or something like that. 66 years ago, the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor in Hawaii, dragging America into WWII. Two and a half years ago some friends…
Day 482 of 365 More. Oddly, It turns out that it is exactly 34 weeks til my 34th birthday. I think that probably explains my recent midlife crisises that I’ve been experiencing. I need to find a way to shake out of it. Sure, I could go celebrate turning 34 by living every man’s fantasy…