She erupted into laughter when I handed her the fortune.

Last night was a the sort of typically monotonous, anticlimactic evening that characterizes my social life. I had been told that Boy Bünd would gather for something along the lines of our typical Friday night (all-you-can-eat Chinese Buffet and a movie), but some two hours before I left ( Read more... )

"I could turn around if it makes you more comfortable..." M. offered, smirking somewhat.

I just shrugged and stepped out of my boxers. She was still smiling as she turned to leave the room. I stood naked in front of V. for a moment of silence ( Read more... )

"Do you think she really has a boyfriend?"

What kind of stupid fucking question is that? Why would someone say she had a boyfriend if she didn't? And why in the fuck would I care?

"She didn't make a pass at you, did she?"

Christ. The ride back from our film shoot was starting to remind me of junior high. I don't know... Why don't you pass me ( Read more... )

I don't know whether it can still be referred to as an epiphany when the revelation is something you already knew. It's more a case of there finally being such a glaring example that I can no longer deny the facts.

( A. is all about the drama. )

We had our first "off book" script reading tonight. It was delightful. You see, we lost the vast majority of the women due to the demands of the Passover Seder and, in one case, the strip club. The greatest benefit of this was that the foul witch, our assistant director J., was not in attendance. Instead, our director finally got around to ( Read more... )

On my way out of work, A. called me on my cell and broke it down. He has compared notes with M., V.'s girlfriend, and things are somewhat clearer. It seems that before he left on a business trip, V., the film's director, did in fact tell both A. and M. that he was going to fire J., the assistant director. Yet, upon his return, V. has made no ( Read more... )

I just remembered (while leaving a vaguely ominous and/or threatening message on A.'s answering machine regarding the script-reading this Wednesday) that I had a dream wherein I was excessively preoccupied with my voice. I think I learned, as people often do when first hearing recordings of themselves, that my voice was entirely different than I ( Read more... )

A. called me up at 7:35 this morning (the fucking bastard) to let me know that V. was going to fire J.Of course, it required little or no further prompting from myself to determine that he was in fact lying as per usual (although he no doubt considers it exaggeration or perhaps hypothesis). She is actually being given one more chance to fall in ( Read more... )

So, the script-reading last night was interesting. Through some miracle, I managed to arrive on time (despite being completely turned around in DC for fifteen minutes). I have no innate sense of direction (and here I am referring to driving, not life) and am prone to making occasionally completely irrational decisions when there are minor ( Read more... )

I think I was deliberately deceived. I was told that H. wanted to prepare a dinner for a bunch of friends, but I arrived to discover that A. had been involved to a significant degree. By this point, I was committed and thus I have already broken my promise to myself regarding the avoidance of future food poisonings ( Read more... )