today. so strange it doesn’t even feel like it was me living it, you know. it’s like i’m some extra or secondary character in the movie that is my life, and i don’t even get a decent spot in the credits. fuck that, i’m like one of the crew members, that doesn’t get to do jack shit. i’m like watching from the sidelines and trying to figure out what the hell is going on. occasionally the movie gets some decent catering or something of the sort, but everyone else in the production eats it all up before i’m there.
edit: alwayssometimes the shit i write is so fucking stupid. jeez, could i be anymore retarded? don’t fucking answer that.
so check it, today’s series of unfortunate scenes in which i observed with utter disbelief from behind some props:
- unfortunate conversations with the princess ::squick::
- computer at home still broken (a moment of silence for my dearly-departed laptop, please…)
- quickie interview with the supervisor of the wang at MIT
- randomly having to cover at some company downtown
- repeatedly wracking various scrapes on things ::ouch::
- debilitating & emotionally draining conversation with the rockstar
- technology thrwarting my contact with the jetta
- my inability to say no flaring up like an open wound (no pun intended)
- randomly calling subway boy and leaving cracked out voicemail.
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