i've been away.
nothing really at all has happened.
finishing this damn rewrite for kutcher. it's really fucking boring. i want off this project. any entertaining ideas on how to get fired?
t is away. i am in charge of the house. the dog and the cat really are a lot of work for one person; i wasn't so aware of this. i watch movies from midnight till four and sleep till nine. dog day afternoon really is a singular work of art. in and out is not.
i've been picking fights with everyone i know. i don't know why; sometimes i just get into that mood. i would love to say it's fun but it's really rather dark instead. i even picked a fight yesterday with bryce in her pool. while actually swimming.
warren beatty is, of course, being indecisive. but i can't move forward until he actually commits or moves off, and he seems willing to do neither. of course. i want nick nolte, but everyone tells me that isn't a good idea in terms of the amount of money i could get to make the movie. but the other options are too young -- bridges, gere, douglas (well, he pretends he's too young) -- so i'm sort of stuck. this could all so never happen.
i still hate LA. i don't fully know how to navigate it, and all i can think of to help matters is to buy a house, which maybe isn't such the best idea as it should not be a cure-all.
i thought F911 was important, yet still irresponsible and messy. i watched primary colors again and even though the film doesn't work, kathy bates gives what i would deem one of the greatest 50 film performances of all time (that i've seen). she made me tear up in an otherwise bloodless, airless film. shame when great work disappears due to the shell it's in. (i bet half of you forgot PC even existed -- i had).
i think i may delete my friendster profile. i think maybe friendster is the worst idea of the past 24 months.
boring, boring, bored...
finishing this damn rewrite for kutcher. it's really fucking boring. i want off this project. any entertaining ideas on how to get fired?
t is away. i am in charge of the house. the dog and the cat really are a lot of work for one person; i wasn't so aware of this. i watch movies from midnight till four and sleep till nine. dog day afternoon really is a singular work of art. in and out is not.
i've been picking fights with everyone i know. i don't know why; sometimes i just get into that mood. i would love to say it's fun but it's really rather dark instead. i even picked a fight yesterday with bryce in her pool. while actually swimming.
warren beatty is, of course, being indecisive. but i can't move forward until he actually commits or moves off, and he seems willing to do neither. of course. i want nick nolte, but everyone tells me that isn't a good idea in terms of the amount of money i could get to make the movie. but the other options are too young -- bridges, gere, douglas (well, he pretends he's too young) -- so i'm sort of stuck. this could all so never happen.
i still hate LA. i don't fully know how to navigate it, and all i can think of to help matters is to buy a house, which maybe isn't such the best idea as it should not be a cure-all.
i thought F911 was important, yet still irresponsible and messy. i watched primary colors again and even though the film doesn't work, kathy bates gives what i would deem one of the greatest 50 film performances of all time (that i've seen). she made me tear up in an otherwise bloodless, airless film. shame when great work disappears due to the shell it's in. (i bet half of you forgot PC even existed -- i had).
i think i may delete my friendster profile. i think maybe friendster is the worst idea of the past 24 months.
boring, boring, bored...