1-Nov-2005
I'm sorry. This past weekend, what with the plethora of tequila shots, bad horror films, and the rest of my life reading somewhat like a horrific Jackie Collins novel, I've lost my blogging Mojo. Top all those things off with a more-than-slightly Satanic IT guy handling our move, and there's no question why my will to live is slowly seeping onto the vomit-green carpet of my new office. Which I locked myself out of this morning.
Luckily, "Jarhead" comes out Friday. If that trailer didn't give me such spine-tingling, mind-blowing chills, rest assured I'd be after some cheap household cleanser to drink while writing out my last wishes on a steno pad from the writers' room. Man, the Designated Driver would be pissed - although, you know what, I think the maid's coming tomorrow. She'd get a fat tip if she had to clean me up off the floor. I'd be helping her, really.
i want to see jarhead too. we go?
yeah, I would be pissed if you offed yourself with drano(successful writer reference)...but look on the bright side, maybe just maybe, your new "new" office will have a more uplifting carpet color - if not I'll bring you a plant, so that you get more oxygen in your bloodstream, that way at least you will at least be happier around the vomit green color...:0)