I'm super-behind on journalmatizing. So prepare to be journalated biznatch. Fojournal entrizzle.
What the fuck did I just say?
Gaah! Moving sucks! Especially when it's someone elses crapola. We decided NOT to move out in January. Cus our little domicile kicks friggin ass and shit. Plus, that other place that kicked slightly more ass at a slightly lower price found a different owner. Obligatory sad face ->
So instead we're moving Heather in here. She has soooo much crap. We spent all day Sunday packing her place, and began the moving process. Yesterday It was raining. Not a good idea to move in the rain with two pictup trucks. So I typed up a resume for a lab job I'm applying for. Anybody need a phlebotomist?
Then at 10 in the pm Sam and I went over to Gillcrest's place and we started writing a short, which is looking like it may be too long for a short. Full length indy feature is what it'll end up as. We did some talking, and decided to fund it ourselves, and shoot on DV instead o' film. It kind of sucked though, because Sam and Gilly weren't seeing eye to eye on anything. They weren't arguing, they just weren't coming from the same place really. So I had to play mediator once again. We didn't get home till 5 in the morning.
So today (yesterday, whatever) we just finished (almost) moving. We have furniture now! And Bradley. Oh how I love you Brad. He's the greatest TV in the world. The frickin world I tell you!
Ok. So tomorrow (today when I wake up again) I'm applying at a few hospitals and hospitalish establishments. Thursday we've got this erotic art show we're going to. That ought to be interesting.
And yeah. My name changed. I'm not telling you who I was though. It's a secret. A supersecret. A double-triple-superduper-secret-and-a-half. DocLoki. Shit! I gave it away! God damn, I'm so horrible with secrets. But only when they're my own for some reason.
I changed my name cus I'm a friggin pirate. 'Nuff said.
Well, I'll see ya when I see ya.
Anybody who knows the name of my new avetar wins a cookie.
What the fuck did I just say?
Gaah! Moving sucks! Especially when it's someone elses crapola. We decided NOT to move out in January. Cus our little domicile kicks friggin ass and shit. Plus, that other place that kicked slightly more ass at a slightly lower price found a different owner. Obligatory sad face ->
So instead we're moving Heather in here. She has soooo much crap. We spent all day Sunday packing her place, and began the moving process. Yesterday It was raining. Not a good idea to move in the rain with two pictup trucks. So I typed up a resume for a lab job I'm applying for. Anybody need a phlebotomist?
Then at 10 in the pm Sam and I went over to Gillcrest's place and we started writing a short, which is looking like it may be too long for a short. Full length indy feature is what it'll end up as. We did some talking, and decided to fund it ourselves, and shoot on DV instead o' film. It kind of sucked though, because Sam and Gilly weren't seeing eye to eye on anything. They weren't arguing, they just weren't coming from the same place really. So I had to play mediator once again. We didn't get home till 5 in the morning.
So today (yesterday, whatever) we just finished (almost) moving. We have furniture now! And Bradley. Oh how I love you Brad. He's the greatest TV in the world. The frickin world I tell you!
Ok. So tomorrow (today when I wake up again) I'm applying at a few hospitals and hospitalish establishments. Thursday we've got this erotic art show we're going to. That ought to be interesting.
And yeah. My name changed. I'm not telling you who I was though. It's a secret. A supersecret. A double-triple-superduper-secret-and-a-half. DocLoki. Shit! I gave it away! God damn, I'm so horrible with secrets. But only when they're my own for some reason.
I changed my name cus I'm a friggin pirate. 'Nuff said.
Well, I'll see ya when I see ya.
Anybody who knows the name of my new avetar wins a cookie.
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I wish there was an erotic art show near me...enjoy