Is Wayne Bradey gonna hafta choke a bitch?
Prepare yourself, because I feel like rambling. If you'd like to use the bathroom, now's the time. I'll give you a moment...
... Back already? Cool. Did you wash your hands? Good. Then let us commence with the nonsensical stream of conciousness journal entry.
It's almost 3 in the morning, it's pouring rain out, and I have tomorrow off of work. Damn, I'm happy. I
the night. I the rain. And I friggin adore days off of work. You may be wondering if adore is the right word for my feelings, but I assure you, it is. Or maybe you weren't wondering that at all. In which case, you could have skipped that sentence.
You know what else is good? Wireless keyboards. I have my monitor moved to the doorway, and I'm sitting just outside on the balcony. Enjoying the rain. I wish every day was today. Or if every day was Steve gets some sex day, that'd be sweet too. I've got it, I want evry day to be "Steve gets some sex on a day like today" day. I think I just crapped myself thinking about the implications of that statement. I'm not sure that implications was the right word to use there though. But I used it, and it sounded damn good. So fuck you for doubting me.
Alright. Now to the happenings of late. That sounded all poetic and shit. Sam is going to be featured on Alias. He'll be the CIA guy injecting a transmitter into a baddy's neck. I don't know when it airs, but if you see it, let me know if the role was as big as he's trying to make it out to be.
I get paid Wednsday. Which is nice. $125 a day is a shitty rate, considering the hours I work. But this EMT gig coming up will be supersweet. Gotta land a set medic gig. Now that's money. Military advisor is about the same rate. But I think I'd like the medic thing more. Is it wrong that I get excited when someone's injured? I get all giddy, like, "Hell yeah! I can fix him!". Plus, most of the time, the medic just sits around. Which leaves me plenty of time to write crappy stories.
Speaking of writing. Justin, A guy I've known a couple years now, just finished a job as a producer's assistant. So we hired him on this show as a PA. His job for the past year was reading scripts, then summarizing them for his boss, and saying if they where crap or not. So tomorrow (or today actually), he's going to read the treatment for one of mine, and give me some pointers before I actually crank out the script. Then he'll go over that for me too. I explained the premise to him, and he said it kicked ass. Now if only I weren't such a horrible writer.
In other news. A girl from the art department seems to be crushing on me. She's really cool, but she has horrible teeth that I have to force myself not to stare at. It's not so much my concern about the aesthetics of it, just, who wants do date someone who doesn't take care of their teeth? That's gross.
I get the feeling that this Becky thing isn't going to pan out. Despite Heather's best attempts. Heather has quickly gone from my roomates girlfriend, to a close friend, to my substitute mom. Constantly trying to hook me up with her friends, and endless nagging about my smoking and other charecter flaws of mine. She even has HER mom talking to me on the phone about how she's worried about my health. I apreciate the concern, but shit, lay off a little. "What about this girl?" "No Heather, she's engaged." "What about that girl?" "No Heather, she hates omnivores." "What about that one there, I could talk to her for you." "No, thank you. She has bad teeth."
I'm pressing charges against the military. They still haven't given me my last pay check. It's 17 days late now, and calling them every other day hasn't helped. So I filed a complaint with the labor board. I may sue them for triple damages. I hate those people that sue everyone out of greed, but this is the military. They turned the screws on me for 5 years. Now's my change to screw them.
My last job finally sent me 2 of my paychecks, but they still owe me 600 dollars. I'm late on every single bill I have, exept for car insurance. Which I will be late on if I don't deposit those checks tomorrow. Since these people haven't paid me, I still haven't gotten my truck fixed. And my car has been in the impound for 2 weeks or so. I'm just going to let them keep it. Hopefully, they'll let me get my stuff out that I was storing in it. I found out why it was towed though. They found a stolen car in our parking garage, so to be safe, they towed all the vehicles that looked abandoned or had expired tags. A warning would have been nice. I would have cleaned the cobwebs off.
I still feel like writing, but this entry is way to long. So I'll abandon my efforts here. And you're welcome for that. If I where an asshole, I'd have gone on even longer.
Hold Fast
Prepare yourself, because I feel like rambling. If you'd like to use the bathroom, now's the time. I'll give you a moment...
... Back already? Cool. Did you wash your hands? Good. Then let us commence with the nonsensical stream of conciousness journal entry.
It's almost 3 in the morning, it's pouring rain out, and I have tomorrow off of work. Damn, I'm happy. I
the night. I the rain. And I friggin adore days off of work. You may be wondering if adore is the right word for my feelings, but I assure you, it is. Or maybe you weren't wondering that at all. In which case, you could have skipped that sentence.
You know what else is good? Wireless keyboards. I have my monitor moved to the doorway, and I'm sitting just outside on the balcony. Enjoying the rain. I wish every day was today. Or if every day was Steve gets some sex day, that'd be sweet too. I've got it, I want evry day to be "Steve gets some sex on a day like today" day. I think I just crapped myself thinking about the implications of that statement. I'm not sure that implications was the right word to use there though. But I used it, and it sounded damn good. So fuck you for doubting me.
Alright. Now to the happenings of late. That sounded all poetic and shit. Sam is going to be featured on Alias. He'll be the CIA guy injecting a transmitter into a baddy's neck. I don't know when it airs, but if you see it, let me know if the role was as big as he's trying to make it out to be.
I get paid Wednsday. Which is nice. $125 a day is a shitty rate, considering the hours I work. But this EMT gig coming up will be supersweet. Gotta land a set medic gig. Now that's money. Military advisor is about the same rate. But I think I'd like the medic thing more. Is it wrong that I get excited when someone's injured? I get all giddy, like, "Hell yeah! I can fix him!". Plus, most of the time, the medic just sits around. Which leaves me plenty of time to write crappy stories.
Speaking of writing. Justin, A guy I've known a couple years now, just finished a job as a producer's assistant. So we hired him on this show as a PA. His job for the past year was reading scripts, then summarizing them for his boss, and saying if they where crap or not. So tomorrow (or today actually), he's going to read the treatment for one of mine, and give me some pointers before I actually crank out the script. Then he'll go over that for me too. I explained the premise to him, and he said it kicked ass. Now if only I weren't such a horrible writer.
In other news. A girl from the art department seems to be crushing on me. She's really cool, but she has horrible teeth that I have to force myself not to stare at. It's not so much my concern about the aesthetics of it, just, who wants do date someone who doesn't take care of their teeth? That's gross.
I get the feeling that this Becky thing isn't going to pan out. Despite Heather's best attempts. Heather has quickly gone from my roomates girlfriend, to a close friend, to my substitute mom. Constantly trying to hook me up with her friends, and endless nagging about my smoking and other charecter flaws of mine. She even has HER mom talking to me on the phone about how she's worried about my health. I apreciate the concern, but shit, lay off a little. "What about this girl?" "No Heather, she's engaged." "What about that girl?" "No Heather, she hates omnivores." "What about that one there, I could talk to her for you." "No, thank you. She has bad teeth."
I'm pressing charges against the military. They still haven't given me my last pay check. It's 17 days late now, and calling them every other day hasn't helped. So I filed a complaint with the labor board. I may sue them for triple damages. I hate those people that sue everyone out of greed, but this is the military. They turned the screws on me for 5 years. Now's my change to screw them.
My last job finally sent me 2 of my paychecks, but they still owe me 600 dollars. I'm late on every single bill I have, exept for car insurance. Which I will be late on if I don't deposit those checks tomorrow. Since these people haven't paid me, I still haven't gotten my truck fixed. And my car has been in the impound for 2 weeks or so. I'm just going to let them keep it. Hopefully, they'll let me get my stuff out that I was storing in it. I found out why it was towed though. They found a stolen car in our parking garage, so to be safe, they towed all the vehicles that looked abandoned or had expired tags. A warning would have been nice. I would have cleaned the cobwebs off.
I still feel like writing, but this entry is way to long. So I'll abandon my efforts here. And you're welcome for that. If I where an asshole, I'd have gone on even longer.
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Hope you get your money soon, I know how it feels to be behind...Right now I am negative $200.00 in the bank and I owe 2 grand. It sucks...
I remember the good old days, when my bro used to idolize me like that... But, now he just follows my other brother... Bad thing about that is that he's a little slow and it tends to make him make bad decisions...yeah. bad idea.