May 2008
32 posts
“people don’t hug and apologize and take responsiblity and change. they...”
– anne meredith
why does everyone assume i'm sick because of hard...
i mean, that might be true, but still…
you rewrite and you rewrite, but does it ever get...
that’s the question. i’ve been working on these rewrites all weekend. i’ve been toiling away alone at my computer, and it’s making me feel sick. tomorrow, i’ve decided no writing. tomorrow, i’m going to go buy myself something, even though i’m broke. tomorrow, i’m going to catch the bus early, and actually be on time for my important meeting....
so the gas guy just dropped in to reset my pilot...
and he asked me if i was an actress, because i have a beautiful smile, said he wasn’t in the biz, proceeded to pitch me an idea for his screenplay, then wished aloud that he could fast foward 6 1/2 years so he could retire and party. then he told me to never stop smiling. ugh. a couple more of these “hollywood meet & greets” and i probably will…
and in case you...
did you know myspace asks you to comment on why...
well, you see myspace, i canceled my account because i’m done cheating on facebook. we had some good times, but it was wrong from the start, i know that now, and i would appreciate it if we could keep this “thing” we had, between just us. you know what they say, what happens on the internet…
goodbye. forever.
lindsay lohan guest hosts to dos →
skeetonmischa:
It’s honestly Molly’s world and we’re just lucky that we get to live in it.
(via itsbedtime)
i concur…
“there will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or...”
– charles bukowski
eagle eye teaser →
i just don’t believe shia in any kind of adult role.
sometimes being an attractive girl is exhausting.
so many people want to own you.
most days not having a driver's license makes...
today is not one of those days.
“stop making fun of me for liking you, dummy.”
– the boy. summing up every relationship i’ve ever had with the opposite sex without even knowing it. damn.
how i rewrite...
me: so one of the notes was to see where i could possibly make things more intense in the script
me: so instead of the dashboard temperature gauge saying it's 99 degrees outside in the car
me: i changed it to 101
mk: rofl
mk: Well played, my friend
mk: Well played
i need to find a job.
seriously.
from "closer" by patrick marber. amazing.
dan: when she came here you think she enjoyed it?
larry: i didn't fuck her to give her a "nice time." i fucked her to fuck you up. a good fight is never clean. and yeah, she enjoyed it, she's a catholic -- she loves a guilty fuck.
dan: you're an animal
larry: YES. what are you?
dan: you think love is simple? you think the heart is like a diagram?
larry: ever seen a human heart? it looks like a fist wrapped in blood. GO FUCK YOURSELF...you...WRITER. you LIAR. go check a few facts while i get my hands dirty.
writing is my church...
it’s 3:14 am and i’ve been writing since 9 pm, with an hour break thrown in to watch battlestar galactica. i’ve been writing, not typing. longhand. it feels good. rewrites usually do.
i’ve been listening to damien rice on repeat. he’s right. we could compose the perfect soundtrack for this movie with only damien rice songs. i’m glad he’ll be...
i'm baaaaaaaaaaaack....
new city. new site. new look.
i’m still unemployed, and can count my total number of friends in lalaland on one hand, but the writing’s good, the apt is great, and living alone is even better. glass half full. nyc might have the friends i miss terribly, but it also has sucky weather. glass. half. full.
it's two words and one punctuation.
what now?
the mechanics are so simple. two and one.
what now?
it’s a question that seems to be rhetorical, but never actually is.
seriously…..what now?