tired ruzz

The shoot went great yesterday, all my worries were for naught.

but, i'm so so very tired and hung over.
who knew skinny little waif models could pack that much booze away.

just chillin with my man peter sellers now. watchin the party (1968) and revelling in the amazing range of physicality sellers perfected. he is so under-rated in our time, it's sad that jim carrey could have been our generation's sellers but isn't.

not yet at least.

and then, then i have my electrolyte replenishing powerade and a choice between the reckoning, outfoxed, and a couple other less attractive options.

owing blockbuster a teste is no good.

anyways, penny said she thought i fell off the face of the earth so, i figured why not blog something. and something is exactly

exactly
what i blogged.