8bit_____

Back in the loop. Was knocked out off line due to moving again. Got this $40 wifi card and suddenly Im getting free fast internet all over the city. But the second you go into my little shit apartment -- nothing.

Blinking lights and bad posture
wasted nights trying to catch the frequencies eating cheap pakistani and sueing bitchy landladies who won't give my security back. I called her an arrogant cunt, like it mattered. In the end, I've had nothing but trouble with blondes...I don't know if it's American Blondes or all of them, but it always ends with a lawsuit.

Its a bit (8?) jarring when someone reads a script you've been working on for 2 years and says 'Who's the main character?" and "What is this about?" It's like your boss asking you why you're always late. " I'm addicted to sex, porn and carbohydrates Sir. I'll try harder tommorrow."

But tommorrow never comes and I try to cut back on the previously mentioned thought crimes. The sex is easy to cut back on because there nothing to cut. After a year and a half relationship with psycho-angel I've come to realize a day didn't pass without passing out after a marathon of hump smashing pelvic thrusts.

I feel better on the days I do 100 pushups military style. There's a connectiong between fear, loathing and yeast. I sware -- pizza is the enemy.