Flight Risk

Another airport. Another day of rescheduled flights. I swear my life is not always like this, so if you’re out there reading this…please don’t think I’m complaining about my luxe life on the go, its just that I’m finding it easier to write while I’m stuck in a situation wherein I can’t really do much else. And I really absolutely refuse to check my email again today. Who the fuck is messing up these flights like this?




Meanwhile, here’s the scoop, I’ve just come from a three day shoot for a pretty regular monthly pub in LA. Hollyweird is not really my scene given that I’ve seen the scene a million times over – HATED IT! But there was another fucking hot model (hey my job isn’t so bad), and I did get to work on this rewrite of the screenplay that I’m developing, as well as possibly get nabbed to direct what would be my second music video. But damn it all if my personal life isn’t still quite a bit of a wreck. “Eric”, the young artist, that I’ve been “seeing” has me spinning my wheels. Were young guys always so fucking needy? Damn.

But he’s packing a very large power tool…so I tend to overlook his tantrums. I’m assuming that drill needs to be recharged every now and again and apparently he needs a pair of wet wipes everytime I hit the road for work. Damn. Again.

And to top it off, Bindiya, my remote assistant (she’s in India)…has somehow taken control of my life. I fear I’ve become so dependent on her that I’ve taken to asking her for advice…what the hell is going on with my life right now?

I’m just asking myself right now, as I get yet ANOTHER back-to-back barrage of texts from Eric…is the penis worth it? Oy! Maybe I’ll ask Bindiya.

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K