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I'm so proud of myself. I figured out what was wrong with the last couple entries and I fixed the html all by myself. But why is everything blue? Aww who gives a rip already. It's probably Fate being appropriate.
I got a pitch for a TV show, preferably for the WB network. It’ll be called simply “Aaron.” It’ll be one of those comedy/dramas about a guy in college and his daily troubles with school, girls, web magazines... I’ll, I mean, HE’LL have a theme song by a popular contemporary female recording artist and every episode will end with him still confused about his existence on planet Earth, yet the endings will be goofy and poignant at the same time.
Can you tell I’m still buzzing a bit?
On my way home tonight I was listening to Phil Collins. Yeah yeah, go ahead and send the hate e mail. Okay, basically I was planning on doing a noir kinda love triangle novel for the thesis class but gosh darnnit, I’ve been so goofy BEFORE the incident that I chucked my proposal and decided to do the whacky book instead.
But for the previous novel proposal, I needed to constantly have that song “Against All Odds” around. And since 90% of all fiction writing gets done in the car... You get the picture. Regardless of chucked thesis plans, Phil Collins was still in my car.
So I’m driving home tonight and since I wasn’t in the mood to listen to the other nine CDs in my changer, I left it on Phil Collins’s Greatest Hits. Strangely enough, singing “I Wish It Would Rain Down” at two in the morning on the freeway at the top of my lungs seemed oddly appropriate.
Honestly, what the living fuck is wrong with me all of a sudden? Rhetorical question, don’t worry about it.
I would have felt mildly guilty tonight if the first thing out of her mouth when I got to her place wasn't, “You stink. I can just smell cigarettes already.”
After that one, any iota of morals that I had just flew out of me and hopefully cracked her priceless Precious Moments collection.
And then of course, after dinner, she went to sleep.
Not that I really minded since my mind’s on planet Uranus lately. Boogie Nights was on. There’s some movies that no matter what, if it’s on, suddenly I just get sucked into watching and every time you watch it, you discover a different Favorite Part.
Tonight, my new favorite is when Burt Reynolds goes to visit his porn finanical (ah! that career again!) backer in jail. The porn backer is telling how he just couldn’t resist this fifteen year old girl and the look on Burt’s face. It was so fucking heart-breaking. It was this mix of sympathy, repulsion, and loathing.
I can identify with that lately: repulsion, loathing, and finally and ultimately, sympathy.
All of life’s questions can be answered in the movies.
I’m feeling goofy. Be good to yourselves for at least an hour after you read this. And if you’re a fellow chink, Happy Chinese New Year! (Does this mean we’re SUPPOSED to fuck like rabbits?)
Spunker
Aaron’s Movie
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