paging dr. girl ...
god in heaven, i will never again do a favor to someone i have only met once. dole out the karma, i don't care, i won't do it. i was the photographer for a wedding today, and not only was the bride way confusing on what she wanted but she lost the groom's wedding band which just ruined her mood and struck out about half of the pictures. then i had a camera malfunction and i had to wing it for a while before i figured it all out. and i'm never doing any favors ever again. either way, it was pretty boring and a frightening display of southern anti-culture. some country song was their mantra, and it was up in godfuck pontchatoula....
i'm exhausted.
on the plus side, it's only 7:30 and i'm going to see the bourne identity. that makes me happy. it's the small pleasures.
in case you haven't figured it out yet. i'm a yankee girl, stuck in a southern town, with a film degree (and no inspiration). i was working for a bit on a fucking amazing idea that boy and i had brainstormed up during a late night pillow talk. well, i had some pivotal dialogue written and all, but boy calls me the other night and says guess what? the wb is airing a new series .... and it's exactly ... EXACTLY your screenplay.
well, fuck all, right?
i mean, if they want to waste away what could be a potentially brilliant and thought-evoking idea in the 9pm time slot with a dancing frog in the corner right after a very motherfucking special "charmed" then be my guest. i'm still gonna do it ... but i'm gonna do it right. right?
i don't know, i should have been a doctor.
