i wish i were homeward bound...
wow. haven't written in this shit in a while. hmm... what's interesting/exciting/worthwhile to say?
-have been trying to get this screenplay off the ground, but it's difficult because i like to have the entire plot outlined in my mind when writing each and every scene, but i can't conceive of an entire plot, just thin vignettes of storyline... most heinous.
-sherman has been staying with me & adam & g, making me realize the precious need for lebensraum. i might have to blitz the apt. next to us.
-Drink Till Ya Die 4.5 was great. i hadn't worked in circle/train mode in a while, and jar, g, me & moore definitely had the game going. All of my social outings of late have been preparation (as it were) for the big game. Just like the 1905 was prep for the 1917, the 'dress rehearsal', so too with my group-leading tactics. With jamie & rucchdawg & gerald, trying to get the upper hand, and then on the River, and then DTYD 4.5: have steadily been working the confidence back up, to once again be The Captain.
:le sigh:
-also on that note, have been on The Ben Wallace. results have been minimal, but it's been like a week and a half, only.
-i don't smoke. i can't stand cigarette smoke. it makes me cough. plus, i don't think i even (have ever) smoked correctly. Drew used to tell me that letting me bum cigarettes was 'just a waste, man'. but i unconsciously found myself buying a pack yesterday-- that's bad news. th eonlytimes i buy cigarettes are when i'm trying to impress somebody. bad news.
-So there's this amazing fucking reality show on MTV where they pair a Revenge of the Nerds-esque dork and a 'pimp daddy kane' playa. The episode we saw last night featured a nerd that resembled Trash Kid (from high school). He was paired with a baller mentor who reminded me of Abe's ghetto impression-- fast talking street pimp, ain't nothin' changed but that limp... anyway, in one scene, the nerd calls the girl he's supposed to take out on a date and stutters and stammers his way through the conversation. As he's saying 'bye', his pimp guide chunks the fattest deuce of all time. I call it out. I'm like, "Say P E A C E, nukka" , but the nerd guy, of course, doesn't understand the deuce's implications, so he just hangs up and his pimp: "Aw, man! You ain't do nuffin' I told you! I said be fly! I said when you tell her goodbye, say 'peace'!!"
in a bit of pure physical comedy, the pimp master takes his erstwhile romeo to his house and decks him out like early 90's Tribe Called Qwest. funny fucking show. i recommend it.
jables out.
-have been trying to get this screenplay off the ground, but it's difficult because i like to have the entire plot outlined in my mind when writing each and every scene, but i can't conceive of an entire plot, just thin vignettes of storyline... most heinous.
-sherman has been staying with me & adam & g, making me realize the precious need for lebensraum. i might have to blitz the apt. next to us.
-Drink Till Ya Die 4.5 was great. i hadn't worked in circle/train mode in a while, and jar, g, me & moore definitely had the game going. All of my social outings of late have been preparation (as it were) for the big game. Just like the 1905 was prep for the 1917, the 'dress rehearsal', so too with my group-leading tactics. With jamie & rucchdawg & gerald, trying to get the upper hand, and then on the River, and then DTYD 4.5: have steadily been working the confidence back up, to once again be The Captain.
:le sigh:
-also on that note, have been on The Ben Wallace. results have been minimal, but it's been like a week and a half, only.
-i don't smoke. i can't stand cigarette smoke. it makes me cough. plus, i don't think i even (have ever) smoked correctly. Drew used to tell me that letting me bum cigarettes was 'just a waste, man'. but i unconsciously found myself buying a pack yesterday-- that's bad news. th eonlytimes i buy cigarettes are when i'm trying to impress somebody. bad news.
-So there's this amazing fucking reality show on MTV where they pair a Revenge of the Nerds-esque dork and a 'pimp daddy kane' playa. The episode we saw last night featured a nerd that resembled Trash Kid (from high school). He was paired with a baller mentor who reminded me of Abe's ghetto impression-- fast talking street pimp, ain't nothin' changed but that limp... anyway, in one scene, the nerd calls the girl he's supposed to take out on a date and stutters and stammers his way through the conversation. As he's saying 'bye', his pimp guide chunks the fattest deuce of all time. I call it out. I'm like, "Say P E A C E, nukka" , but the nerd guy, of course, doesn't understand the deuce's implications, so he just hangs up and his pimp: "Aw, man! You ain't do nuffin' I told you! I said be fly! I said when you tell her goodbye, say 'peace'!!"
in a bit of pure physical comedy, the pimp master takes his erstwhile romeo to his house and decks him out like early 90's Tribe Called Qwest. funny fucking show. i recommend it.
jables out.