Sorry that I've been such a wanker about posting on a regular basis. Surely I can do better than the occasional grab shot of random internet tits posted every fortnight.
Lot's of good things happening in the life of the artist formerly known as Baby, including doing a stellar VH1 interview last week for the "Top 100 Teen Stars Of All Time".
It is time to cut loose of my self-imposed moorings and get on with my life.
I'm coming out of a five year coma that included losing my mother to cancer and my father to a cunter.
I also seem to have misplaced my dogs, house, bank account, college fund, career, car, identity, and most of my personal belongings.
But guess what?
Help me out, Mr. Sondheim...
"Good times and bum times
I've seen them all and, my dear
I'm still here
Plush velvet sometimes
Sometimes just pretzels and beer
But I'm here"
You're damn right I am.
And I'm feeling pretty fucking ornery.
Or is that horny?
Nevermind, I'm hitting the fertile ground of 2006 running.
Scissors in one hand, Screen Actors Guild card in the other.
Bloody hell Donavan, you have a dream like this one and it takes you nearly a year to do something about it?
What can I say?
I'm a procrastinator.
I wonder if not being named till I was five may have something to do with that?