cleaning up
the pistons finally did it tonight, and i miraculously continue to. my employment pessimism pays off, to the tune of $3600 income in the last seven days.
thank you nike. it might cover my credit card bills.
a-freak-a looms terrifying (the director: "no, but really what i'm asking, mate, is can you run, through the jungle, while being chased by militant rwandan militia?"). i'm sending in my visa application on thursday, and getting an array of poisonous shots to combat future potential congo poisons. will i go? no idea. i had to take a valium tonight because of the fear of making the decision. how the fuck will i handle the assault rifles (hands in the air, "i'm an american journalist!" then shot, or, even better, kidnapped and locked, hooded, in a jungle shack).
anyway, politics is hollywood for ugly people (via w+k's sarah the story producer).
time to shower and finish cleaning up.
i got the fear - fear of the congo. fear of the fear of being shot and killed. i guess maybe now i can relate to the street-baller kids we're filming this week. we had a cryer today. almost got me going too. but tomorrow, the last day of high school. go graduates! go ballers! go MTV! NIKE! PAYCHECKS!
gotta be at work in 6 hours. sweet.
thank you nike. it might cover my credit card bills.
a-freak-a looms terrifying (the director: "no, but really what i'm asking, mate, is can you run, through the jungle, while being chased by militant rwandan militia?"). i'm sending in my visa application on thursday, and getting an array of poisonous shots to combat future potential congo poisons. will i go? no idea. i had to take a valium tonight because of the fear of making the decision. how the fuck will i handle the assault rifles (hands in the air, "i'm an american journalist!" then shot, or, even better, kidnapped and locked, hooded, in a jungle shack).
anyway, politics is hollywood for ugly people (via w+k's sarah the story producer).
time to shower and finish cleaning up.
i got the fear - fear of the congo. fear of the fear of being shot and killed. i guess maybe now i can relate to the street-baller kids we're filming this week. we had a cryer today. almost got me going too. but tomorrow, the last day of high school. go graduates! go ballers! go MTV! NIKE! PAYCHECKS!
gotta be at work in 6 hours. sweet.
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