Dryspell

Home from Vegas


I am trying really hard to not sink back into depression but nothing seems to be working. I really expected Vegas and the trip to be something it wasn't. I mean, yeah i did have alittle bit of fun but it just seemed to be missing something. I think its because my heart is not in porn anymore, its lost all the excitement that it used to have and now its just like having a 9-5. Like when that alarm clock goes off at 8am and you just wish you were dead, well its kinda the same way here except throw some naked guys in the mix. Its like going thru the motions and hoping no one notices that you are completely somewhere else in your head. Wishing it was over. Wishing it was all over.
The funny thing about a 9-5 is that at 5 o'clock, people are happy to get off and go home and be with the people they care about, when i punch my time card, there is nothing to go to. There is no one waiting.
God i'm miserable.

Oh and i'm also over the readers of this blog that cant take a fucking joke and don't wanna listen to my opinions. If you hate what i'm saying, dont fucking read this. Its that simple. I'm over saying "i'm right handed" and all the left handed people scream "Kill erik rhodes, he is a whore for being right handed". Its so stupid it makes my head spin.


It funny the more I hate doing porn the more it likes me:
According to AVN:
Top 100 Gay/Bi Sales & Rentals
1. Fleet Week
2. Winter Heat
3. Head Hunters Inc.
4. Telescope
5. Hollywood Sex Club