Okay, so let’s shake the webbing off this sumbitch shall we!? First off, I’m a bit irritated, I only got three hours of sleep, my own fault since I fucking stayed up all night watching someone get somethinged in the somewhere. That aside, I’m tired of all the fucked up shit thats been popping up around the world. And not to sound like an ignorant bastard, but I think New Zealand should keep their earthquakes to themselves. You don’t see California waving ours around like its the last damned thing on earth right? So why should people have to look at New Zealand and think to have a Yo Mama thon in honor of the people who died? I dont get it. But, at the same time, bummer of a deal.
Folks, lets get to brass tacks, I’ve been fucking listless for the past few weeks, I don’t know what to do with my life, even though I’ve got some assortment of a plan, I don’t have a fucking clue on what to actually do with it. Meaning one thing and one thing only. Somethings got to get themselves a fucking steroid patch to the forehead. Another thing thats been bugging me is the fact that I’m having dreams about one Kimberlee Ann Kelly again. Kind of a pain in the ass really. I dream of her, and due to an intensive, self prescribe regiment of image replacement therapy, everytime I wake up, I have to crap because I think I’ve eaten a bran muffin. Thats what this woman does to me. Even just the mere thought of her sends waves of panicked nervous energy shooting through my CNS.
Not much in the way of current events, because, A) the news is run by people who self mutilate their crotches in an attempt to feel alive. Seriously, how fucking depressing can it actually get? Where are the segments of the skiing squirrels!? Damn it… fucking Couric… its her fault that we’ve got emo people delivering the news like its their way of slowly killing themselves in the most public way possible. Don’t mind me, I’m just a bit pissed off at the moment. I think its because I’ve got nothing interesting to write, so I write what ever the fuck pops into mind, and even that’s enough to piss off the local homeless shelter.
Speaking of which, I did stay at a shelter for a few days before they booted me out and I wound up back here. Strange story, they somehow got the phrase “You have a nice ass.” out of “Would you like me to get you a glass?” it was avery strange afternoon that day. But everything happens for a reason. There was a woman there by the name of Kim, and she had a daughter named Kelly. And it didn’t really freak me out too much, so I started hanging out with them just to pass the time.
Apparrently, I had pissed off the big black dude by doing this, and apparrently Kim was his property, totally not the case. I don’t have anything against the black dude, we got along great and he told me his story, or part of it. I don’t remember much, and I don’t feel like talking about it. But it was a fun place for what it was worth. I helped out with the chores and helped put away the stuff from the garage sale. Oh yeah, I remember it now. it was called “High Desert Homeless Services”.
Awesome place, but the staff there was a bit persnickety when it came to their responsibilities as actual staff there. One dude got punched in the head by his wife because he got her the wrong ring. At one point, I actually thought I was going to be on the Doctor Phil show, actually get a job at McDonalds, and wind up in a relationship with Kim. I liked her, I really did! Her kid was awesome as well!
But things happened the way they did, and in the end, I lost my Hard Rock Cafe hat that I fucking loved. But I walked away with a back pack, and some clothes. So it wasn’t that bad.
What else is there? I can’t really think of anything except that 4/10 of Season 1 of “Jack and Lawrence” is completed, so I might as well get to writing the remaining 6 scripts. I also need to compile my Facebook cell story “The Ugly Pumpkin” since its almost completed. I’ve got a lot of work to do by myself and I sometimes get a little discouraged because I don’t have a team to help me through it… oh well