No Cats Here

You open your text editing program (probably Final draft or Celtx) to the numerous pages you're unhappy with. Then you open your other text editing program to look at your shitty outline that makes no sense what-so-ever because you have no idea how to write something that will make people happy or get you money to produce the stupid thing. Then you sit there and stare at empty pages while chewing your nails and taking a hundred smoke breaks because you hate your life. And after every one, you hope and pray that somehow that page has filled itself with movie magic. 90% of the time, it doesn't.

I have 300 some facebook friends. 250 or so are hidden on my news feed and dozens are blocked. I always said I wouldn't have a facebook if it wasn't a necessary means of communication and networking in a world where you can get your favorite pornstar's vagina in a rubber mold to fuck or, i guess, hide frantically when your mom knocks on your door. So now I guess that's the good thing. No longer do I have to hide my porn star vagina or use facebook.

Plus, G+, as I will from now on refer to it as, allows me to simply shut out a whole group of people I am forced to share the earth with, just like the real world but better because I can just look at your boobs while I talk to you without the awkwardness involved when real human interaction occurs. I guess this is similar to Facebook. The true glory comes when one can simply say "FUCK (ENTER EX-GIRLFRIEND'S NAME)! SHE'S A DIRTY WHORE" in a public forum, and she'll never see it because she's in the "DUMB BITCHES" circle, and the settings post it for every circle but dumb bitches. This, my friend, is advancement.

That's how you work a desperation $20 bill. Finally blackjack.

That's Caesars palace. Let me share some wisdom about it. Vegas is filled with jersey shore wannabes and dime a dozen tramps. Not particularly my type of people. All the free drinks you're promised in the holy land you hear about back in Chicago? That's a fallacy. I got one and that was after sexually assaulting a middle aged woman. And to be fair, I lost $60 playing black jack so I'm bitter.

For starters, I got caught making a jerk off motion at security guard and then saw the guitarist from Korn at the terminal. WHOA.

All that and I haven't left Chicago. More later.

day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone