I'm chatting with him. I'm chatting with him. After all this time and he's being like we talked yesterday. He's charming, as always. He went to do something. What? I don't know. He's at work, I think, so it could be something related to that. Why? Oh, why does he make me write like I'm a mental patient? And why, oh why, did I run out of cigarettes ( Read more... )

I don't know where to begin or even if I should begin at all ( Read more... )

My dad printed this info about a career of movies and tv. Yes, that's what it is called. They supposedly teach you how to be a producer/director/creator/cameraman all in one, for tv and movies ( Read more... )