Her room is vacant, it would be impolite to intrude and rummage about, none the less my desire for her tanktop, skirt, and strappy heels is insatiable. When she comes back, I'll transform. This weekend was very good. Played DDR until my legs started shaking, watched some movies, got the new Boondocks mixtape, went to a Halloween event and danced in front of a green screen, went through a haunted house, took some photobooth shots, and many photos of all the customed people. The DJ had a list of around 4,000 songs. Given this selection the choice was obvious... Thriller. A friend accompanied and the performance was immaculate. A crowd was always around the green screen, usually of 10 or so people, but once Thriller started, it amassed to about five times that. The crowd was AMAZING. I danced with all my heart, pointed out crowd members, seduced the camera, and brought the song the respect it deserves. To culminate, I got a copy of my performance, and a friend photographed my more notable moves, ala crotch-grab and hail.

I've been very busy the past few weeks, should set aside some time for photography. A male friend said he would be interested in modeling, which I'm very excited about. He is an actor, of very extravegant and playful character, so I'm very excited. Last night I met a ballerina, whom noted she has had experience fashion modeling. Hopefully she may be intrigued by my past exploits and join the fun.

"My job as a portrait photographer is to seduce, amuse and entertain." -Helmut Newton