I think it happened somewhere between cutting into my fine Gelson's filet and watching an ex thing of mine on the Entourage season finale (98%), topless, blowing coke off the t's of a non ex thing of mine. I found self wondering what the hell I was doing this time last year...
That and oh my, aside from an episode on the Roosevelt kitchen floor…how sweet she used to appear.
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This last week fucked my head. I turned 26. It was the first week in waiting for response to my television foray (usually 10-14 days). I couldn't do anything. I tried to pull together my book, tried to dive into a script, find a backup TV show...all left me limp. I picked semi-inadvertent fights with friends. I was dead, dried up, burnt out and swimming through the murk of a late summer in Los Angeles.
I decided that if I didn’t do something, there would only be bigger, deeper trouble for all parties involved in my life (just me).
The title of this post and a flooding of my heart led me somewhere semi-fresh. It's a place where only a douche would nitpick the offbeats. Honestly, don’t be a douche. I know, okay. How much time do you expect me to burn correcting? Another glorious week begins and these hands gotta be clean, this head gotta rest.
Why don't you let me handle the tone? ------------------->>>
Top right link...use headphones.
