So listen to this shit. I spent all day yesterday kinda freaking out about my friends car. It was a piece of shit car and I know he was intending to get a new one within the next few months, but all the same, it sucked and I felt responsible. He left for NY for four days yesterday morning and I didn't have his ID or his registration, so I knew it was going to be a hefty bill if it was towed. If it was stolen...well shit. Any who, I called every tow joint in town. All over...nothing. No one towed it. Bummer. -- Last night, just before Midnight I get a call on my cell... my friend, in NY, says...'dude, where's my car....just kidding....guess what?! I just remembered that I MOVED MY CAR between the party and the Chteau.' The fucker was so drunk when he left the party that he didn't remember moving his car at all... *rolls eyes*
I had a great day yesterday. I got so much done. Such a great meeting with my writer. Such great meeting's...I was...on. I cant explain it, but it feels like getting sick may have done wonders for me. I feel like something shifted. I have more energy, I'm sleeping better, my mood is a bit brighter. I was really starting to sink into a deep depression. Like I said, I cant explain it, but I'm running with it...
Tonight is the strokes party. I'm looking forward to this one!! Apparently they are going to do a whole bunch of new shit... could be fun.
I read a screenplay last night that I may make my next project. Its a story that is almost autobiographical...its crazy. About break dancers. Its so well written... it just means so much more work for me....*deep breath* I reeeaaaallly like it though... I'll sleep on it for a bit... The lead in it has the addidas leaves tattooed on the back of his calves... damn straight.
No one from the Kibbutz was killed in the bombing.
feeling: confidence renewed
smelling: my Latt
tasting: my Latt
wearing: two rings, two watch wristbands and a smile
listening: Radar Brothers, For Stars, Brand Nubian
Days Not smoking: 6
Days 'till the 8%: 3
Something you didn't know perhaps: My grandfather was a fisherman and an asshole.
I had a great day yesterday. I got so much done. Such a great meeting with my writer. Such great meeting's...I was...on. I cant explain it, but it feels like getting sick may have done wonders for me. I feel like something shifted. I have more energy, I'm sleeping better, my mood is a bit brighter. I was really starting to sink into a deep depression. Like I said, I cant explain it, but I'm running with it...
Tonight is the strokes party. I'm looking forward to this one!! Apparently they are going to do a whole bunch of new shit... could be fun.
I read a screenplay last night that I may make my next project. Its a story that is almost autobiographical...its crazy. About break dancers. Its so well written... it just means so much more work for me....*deep breath* I reeeaaaallly like it though... I'll sleep on it for a bit... The lead in it has the addidas leaves tattooed on the back of his calves... damn straight.
No one from the Kibbutz was killed in the bombing.
feeling: confidence renewed
smelling: my Latt
tasting: my Latt
wearing: two rings, two watch wristbands and a smile
listening: Radar Brothers, For Stars, Brand Nubian
Days Not smoking: 6
Days 'till the 8%: 3
Something you didn't know perhaps: My grandfather was a fisherman and an asshole.
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seriously.