For the past two weeks, I've been doing a lot of not having sex.

Things like taxes... and taxes... and ok fine, it took me almost a whole two weeks of nothing but trying to focus on taxes to get them done. I'll admit it, it's really hard for me to focus on numbers when girls keep walking past my window with no bra on. Doing taxes or watching boobs jiggle... which one is more fun?

Two weeks of celibacy due to trying to be responsible and make sure the pesky government doesn't do something like audit me, and I am now a walking ball of seething lust. I can't *wait* to get on set next week. One of my friends came over right after my 'who I'm working with and approximately what sort of scenes I'm doing this month' phone call with Celeste and was subjected to a twenty minute monologue on everything from my current obsession with Evan Stone's balls to how hot the chicks I'm booked with this month are and my speculations on what they taste like. There was definitely a tangent about how I think it would be really hot to do a scene where the guy is in some kind of mask and I have no clue who he is other than the fact that he's porn talent and was picked by the director.

Girls are perverted. Seriously, just dig around in the comments section of Spock BUCKTON and Kate Hate's video review of 'Cheerleaders'. Plans may have been made for Kate to mix pee and pink champagne in an enema bag for the purpose of putting in Lexi's ass. By 'may' I mean 'were'.

On that note, I have to go evaluate everything left in my apartment for its ability to be stuck in my vagina. Later.