a35mmlife

Last night, I didn't go out and I dodn't log on. I know! Crazy, huh!? I sat there on my couch, rolling calls for work, listening to everyone making their plans for the evening and feeling really compelled to go out. I didn't in the end, but it sure wasn't the easiest decision. One more thing for me to work on. The insatiable urge to disco. The desire to mix and stimulate. I spent the evening unpacking and moving furniture around- until I had a suprise guest who distracted me for an hour or so... It was a nice night in the end...

Gumz is getting REAL comfortable in the new place. Almost too comfortable...this morning she woke me up with kneeding paws on the top of the head at about 8ish, then proceeded to dance on my chest for the next hour or so....princess.

I have another meeting with my writer tonight. I'm still not too good at these yet. I find it difficult to balance the ego stroking with the script notes. It requires some serious back-peddling at times and some serious hardnose bodychecking at others...in the end I end up exhausted and the writer ususally walks out shell shock. All I can really do is hope that at the end of this process the product will be better. God strike me now if I'm putting myself through all this for no reason.

Let it be known I don't have the slightest recollection of saying that 'women go crazy for me'. Now, I'm not saying that I didn't say it (I probably did) but there can be several excuses for it. Pick and chose, mix and match:

a.) I was high.
b.) I was drunk.
c.) I was horny.
d.) I was high.
e.) I was tired.
f.) I was feeling 'not-hot' and trying to compensate.
g.) I was high.