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Writing for Script Frenzy. On track so far. I've decided to write five 20 page scenes on a theme. My theme is vaginas, but I'll only let two of the scenes include sex. Dunno how I'm going to do this. Maybe giant vagina monsters? We'll see.
I'm sitting here, writing, drinking cheap whiskey (which is the best kind. Smooth whiskey is for the birds. It should be rough and reminiscent of some form of jet fuel. Only then is it doing its job), and listening to the Delovely soundtrack.
I don't really listen to Cole Porter anymore. But even though I feel nostalgic, and I do, terribly, I'm over the point where listening to Night and Day can put me in tears. Maybe if I was a bottle in. I think this is ridiculous. I mean, it's been years. I guess some things get romanticized over time. It can't be as good as I remember it, can it?
I blame Spider-Man. I was reading about Gwen Stacy today, and that always makes me wonder.
Screenplay's going well. Whiskey's going down. So things are good.
I'm sitting here, writing, drinking cheap whiskey (which is the best kind. Smooth whiskey is for the birds. It should be rough and reminiscent of some form of jet fuel. Only then is it doing its job), and listening to the Delovely soundtrack.
I don't really listen to Cole Porter anymore. But even though I feel nostalgic, and I do, terribly, I'm over the point where listening to Night and Day can put me in tears. Maybe if I was a bottle in. I think this is ridiculous. I mean, it's been years. I guess some things get romanticized over time. It can't be as good as I remember it, can it?
I blame Spider-Man. I was reading about Gwen Stacy today, and that always makes me wonder.
Screenplay's going well. Whiskey's going down. So things are good.