Observations From the Somewhat-Dark Side...
Modern art is bullshit. I could crap on a dish, label it, and get paid millions for it. Or I won't because someone will one up me by pissing on a dish and they'll call it "daring", or "new age". Give me a freaking break. Everyone who considers themselves a modern artist should be drug into the street and shot.
My new script is rolling. My job, on the other hand, will always be the same. I still can't believe that place can fall apart when I'm gone for one day. Didn't I train these people? Even the Managers don't know how to change the damn paper. Asses. Thank God I get paid a decent amount or I'd sue for mental stress. Speaking o' which, I get to blow my next paycheck on strippers. Yeeha!
Just finished Joe Ezsteras' book The Devil's Guide to Hollywood. Every thing you ever need to know about the Hollywood machine is in there. A total goldmine. Buy it. It'll make you laugh your ass off and scare the shit out of you.
Went parusing through my high school yearbook the other day. It'll be interesting to see who shows up at Deb's wedding. I know for a fact that Molly will be there, which will be downright interesting. Especially if she brings her son. This is a woman who morally and religiously kept her virginity from me for six months, then broke up with me just to screw the first jackass who came along and get herself pregnant. If she weren't a woman, I'd belt the shit out of her. I should anyway. My morals are really slacking. Sometimes I think being a serial killer would be a very smart career move. If only I could live without consequences for one day. Talk about fun.
Yoohoo sucks. So does work. So do women. So does not hurting people. Being good reeks.
Hey! Send me your damn emails, Hard Times crew! I need them.
My new script is rolling. My job, on the other hand, will always be the same. I still can't believe that place can fall apart when I'm gone for one day. Didn't I train these people? Even the Managers don't know how to change the damn paper. Asses. Thank God I get paid a decent amount or I'd sue for mental stress. Speaking o' which, I get to blow my next paycheck on strippers. Yeeha!
Just finished Joe Ezsteras' book The Devil's Guide to Hollywood. Every thing you ever need to know about the Hollywood machine is in there. A total goldmine. Buy it. It'll make you laugh your ass off and scare the shit out of you.
Went parusing through my high school yearbook the other day. It'll be interesting to see who shows up at Deb's wedding. I know for a fact that Molly will be there, which will be downright interesting. Especially if she brings her son. This is a woman who morally and religiously kept her virginity from me for six months, then broke up with me just to screw the first jackass who came along and get herself pregnant. If she weren't a woman, I'd belt the shit out of her. I should anyway. My morals are really slacking. Sometimes I think being a serial killer would be a very smart career move. If only I could live without consequences for one day. Talk about fun.
Yoohoo sucks. So does work. So do women. So does not hurting people. Being good reeks.
Hey! Send me your damn emails, Hard Times crew! I need them.