sun struck
it sure was nice this weekend. how's that for profundity?
the work on wednesday night turned out to produce a completely debilitating headache and so when i got home i took my last percocet and then slept until almost thursday night. i've taken to turning off my phone when i go to bed so no one can wake me up and ask me to do work. it's one of the best business decisions i've made in my entire career.
that night started good worldly and proceded to a sort of LES hopscotch of parties, leading ulimately to nothing noteworthy.
keep reading. my life is captivating.
friday was jill's birthday and it was preordained to pale in comparison to her great stripping/car-surfing/bottle-smashing birthday of yesteryear. we ended up wallowing in secretafterpartyville, where everyone seemed to be having more fun than us, even though we had a chauffeur and were probably the only ones who had accidentally first gone to the bulgarian disco around the corner.
then i walked home in the sunrise and it was quiet and i could hear all of the majestic pigeons chirping and i took a picture with my phone.
saturday then turned out glowing and drenched in sunlight and margarita juices and rooftops and crazy people. plus, i was reunited with my erstwhile first mate, joel, who never did get his sea legs out there on the open ocean, but within the confines of this dark metropolis he sauntered about like a man. that's it. a man.
SOME CONSISTENCY
on sunday afternoon i got a call for a job booming a shoot next week, for a delicious $300 a day. and it's the fucking muppets! damn, my life is hard. making it even more difficult is how a previously dead pitch that i wrote, which included lightning and hamburgers, has been revived as a film. a film with a million dollar budget. will it actually happen? will i see penny one even if it does? oh the trials of this hard life.
not to be outdone by this muppet magic or a potentially ridiculous film, my sunday was beautiful. i can't even bring myself to rehash or critique it.
some recommendations though:
walking
chinatown
boat rides
signing petitions
prune's bloody maries
the smell of las vegas
believing in canned-food-phenomena
spending an entire distraction-free day with someone you love.
the work on wednesday night turned out to produce a completely debilitating headache and so when i got home i took my last percocet and then slept until almost thursday night. i've taken to turning off my phone when i go to bed so no one can wake me up and ask me to do work. it's one of the best business decisions i've made in my entire career.
that night started good worldly and proceded to a sort of LES hopscotch of parties, leading ulimately to nothing noteworthy.
keep reading. my life is captivating.
friday was jill's birthday and it was preordained to pale in comparison to her great stripping/car-surfing/bottle-smashing birthday of yesteryear. we ended up wallowing in secretafterpartyville, where everyone seemed to be having more fun than us, even though we had a chauffeur and were probably the only ones who had accidentally first gone to the bulgarian disco around the corner.
then i walked home in the sunrise and it was quiet and i could hear all of the majestic pigeons chirping and i took a picture with my phone.
saturday then turned out glowing and drenched in sunlight and margarita juices and rooftops and crazy people. plus, i was reunited with my erstwhile first mate, joel, who never did get his sea legs out there on the open ocean, but within the confines of this dark metropolis he sauntered about like a man. that's it. a man.
SOME CONSISTENCY
on sunday afternoon i got a call for a job booming a shoot next week, for a delicious $300 a day. and it's the fucking muppets! damn, my life is hard. making it even more difficult is how a previously dead pitch that i wrote, which included lightning and hamburgers, has been revived as a film. a film with a million dollar budget. will it actually happen? will i see penny one even if it does? oh the trials of this hard life.
not to be outdone by this muppet magic or a potentially ridiculous film, my sunday was beautiful. i can't even bring myself to rehash or critique it.
some recommendations though:
walking
chinatown
boat rides
signing petitions
prune's bloody maries
the smell of las vegas
believing in canned-food-phenomena
spending an entire distraction-free day with someone you love.
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