Whoa, time flies. Have I really been this bad at updating my blog?

*Hastily puts down decaf and grabs iPhone* "Siri, remind me to update my blog weekly." "Zack, you and I both know that you'll procrastinate, whether or not I remind you to update your blog weekly. Adding it to your reminders..."

Yikes. Even my phone can see right through me. Anyway, I've had a lot of jobs lately and I'd love to share some of my favorite photos from those shoots. Well, love is the wrong word. More like need. I need to share them, the same way a depressive needs to get up and just do something. And I know it's time to post another blog entry anyway. Something about two birds and a stone. I know I should post more, but every time the ideas of posting pictures and writing for my blog rise to the surface of my consciousness, they're met with the crippling opposition of a mental block. For some reason, I just really don't like sharing pictures. Perhaps it's because I hate my photos. Perhaps it's because I hate everyone else's, and I know that I'm just adding to the noise with each upload. Angst, selfishness, self-consciousness, assorted insecurities, and fear. Oh, woe is me, the suffering artist, wasting away and decaying, trapped inside his own gifted intellect, forever exiled on the island of self-preservation and intense self-centeredness under the guise of false humility and self-hatred. And this all for one singular, all important purpose that fuels my existence: so that people would like me. Jesus hated the pursuit of the praise of man. So fickle, so cancerous. I'm so sorry guys, Birdman was on sale at Target for five bucks. Here's some of my recent work!