Lost my backpack...Greeeaaat! 
Got done with the Grant Park shoot...it was fucking freezing and raining, and I hadn't slept in abbout 32 hrs. But I got everything I needed on the role.
I had the strangest conversation I've ever had in a bar today. I came in to get food + Hookah to relax, and this woman sitting next to me started talking to me. She was about my age, had really good fashion sense, and a film student also. About 7 Long Island Iced Teas later ( thats her drinking, not me) I got up to leave. But she had to go wait in line to vote, said she really didn't want to, and that I should come hang out with her tonight at some place in Wicker Park, blah, blah, blah...and I really didn't want to go, not so much because of her, but because I'd had no sleep in two days and looked and smelled awful, not mention that teh hookah smoke had long since clouded my reasoning capacity.
But she persisited. I made up an excuse ("I'm too tired", "You won't actually be there, and I don't to roll through and not know anyone there" or "You'll forget" and finally "Look, if I do go, do you promise me you'll actually be there?!" (of coarse, counting on the fact that she'd just say "yes", and forget.) ) She responded to me being to tired by saying that I could sleep at her place, and would I like her phone number to make sure she'd come...so I said "well, that isn't what I was implying..." (Because it wasn't, honestly) Then...we just staired at each other for about five minutes having half finished bits of conversation. So I said good bye, was walking home...when...she followed me out up to my building and started yelling at me about "I'm not a whore" (WTF?!) and why would I think she was hitting on me just because she was talking to me (and that isn't what I said..."implying" meant I thought she thought I was hitting on her ) and she just kept telling how she wasn't a whore and how I was going to tell all my friends she was a whore, blah, blah, blah....okay, first of, even if she was hitting on me, how does that make her a whore? And why does she jump to the conclusion I thought that all of a sudden? She couldn't answer either question (at this point we were on a public street corner nearly shouting at each other).
WTF?!!!
Mommy, Daddy, I all confoosed.....
Got done with the Grant Park shoot...it was fucking freezing and raining, and I hadn't slept in abbout 32 hrs. But I got everything I needed on the role.
I had the strangest conversation I've ever had in a bar today. I came in to get food + Hookah to relax, and this woman sitting next to me started talking to me. She was about my age, had really good fashion sense, and a film student also. About 7 Long Island Iced Teas later ( thats her drinking, not me) I got up to leave. But she had to go wait in line to vote, said she really didn't want to, and that I should come hang out with her tonight at some place in Wicker Park, blah, blah, blah...and I really didn't want to go, not so much because of her, but because I'd had no sleep in two days and looked and smelled awful, not mention that teh hookah smoke had long since clouded my reasoning capacity.
But she persisited. I made up an excuse ("I'm too tired", "You won't actually be there, and I don't to roll through and not know anyone there" or "You'll forget" and finally "Look, if I do go, do you promise me you'll actually be there?!" (of coarse, counting on the fact that she'd just say "yes", and forget.) ) She responded to me being to tired by saying that I could sleep at her place, and would I like her phone number to make sure she'd come...so I said "well, that isn't what I was implying..." (Because it wasn't, honestly) Then...we just staired at each other for about five minutes having half finished bits of conversation. So I said good bye, was walking home...when...she followed me out up to my building and started yelling at me about "I'm not a whore" (WTF?!) and why would I think she was hitting on me just because she was talking to me (and that isn't what I said..."implying" meant I thought she thought I was hitting on her ) and she just kept telling how she wasn't a whore and how I was going to tell all my friends she was a whore, blah, blah, blah....okay, first of, even if she was hitting on me, how does that make her a whore? And why does she jump to the conclusion I thought that all of a sudden? She couldn't answer either question (at this point we were on a public street corner nearly shouting at each other).
WTF?!!!
Mommy, Daddy, I all confoosed.....
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james88:
love the avatar. That is an awesome movie.
jazz:
watch out the robots are after you 
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