Sick and tired of Ol' LA

The traffic here is just off-the-charts ridiculous.... I can spend anywhere from one to four hours sitting in traffic between shoots, the stop-go traffic eats my gas and the stop-go traffic eats my life.... I want those hours of my life back, LA.... give em back to me.....

Have you ever watched the old-school Will Smith show Fresh Prince? You know the opening credits when the Hollywood sign is right behind him.... I shot there! Naked! Covered in gold paint... 7am last Sunday morning, I got bodypainted by a female artist....once the paint was dry, they wrapped me in a big fuzzy robe, fed me a bunch of starbucks, and we drove to the location... me all moviestarish in the backseat, tinted windows, fuzzy robe. They set the shot up and then opened my car door - Dropped the robe, jumped out, and stood around naked, glaring gold, while they shot the photo... it was awesome. I invited a documentary film maker on that particular shoot - so who knows, maybe you'll be able to watch it online sometime soon....

Know what is horribly cute? The photographer, from that shoot - gave me a Thank You card afterwards.... ha. I just love that.

Yesterday I went to a shoot, somewhere along the line - I started complaining about how damn complicated filing taxes are for models - and the photographer was like, "Hello... Have you looked at the room you are standing in?" And so I did - Lo-n-behold - I was standing in a tax-office.... all the walls covered from top to bottom with photos of porn stars and models..... Right then and there, I decided to trade my time for taxes. He said that since I did not keep records this year, I won't get a return - but that I definitely have enough expenses that it will break even... So that is exciting! Look! I am a real citizen this year! I paid my taxes! *clap clap clap applause bow bow* Thank you! Thank you!

Oh god, Isobel has the funniest jobs - a few days ago she landed a job where she was doing a girl/girl porn.... and they wanted Isobel to play a Ghost. So her and the girl would go at it, and then Isobel would get up and leave the scene, and then the other girl would have to pretend that Isobel was still there.... so the other performer had to eat-out the ghost and make out with the ghost and pretend to stick a dildo in the ghost.... but there was nothing there.... I wish I was a fly on the wall for that one.