My week Thus far
I went to war against the yuppie mice friday, no sign of them since. I think I found their nest in a bag of clothes I was going to donate to the salvo. I dragged that bitch outside and beat the shit out of it with a baseball bat.
Fuck off PETA it was war, they would do the same if they were around 7 feet tall and had opposible digits. Needless to say I was able to sleep better after that. Since then I’ve been cleaning around the apartment, and fucking around the net. Oh and I watched a heavily censored version of Pulp Fiction on Bravo twice.
I also discovered an ex girlfriends website, I think she read mine because she recanted her Shakespeare spiel I wonder if she read the parts when I was talking about her naked pics and I gave them to my coworkers as a christmas present?
Yes “anita” I am still an evil son of a bitch after 5 years.
I also began working on a basic script for single life the movie. It’s more of an outline really, I’m not even sure if it will come to fruitition, but it’s something we are working on. The total cost of this movie is going to be around 50 buck-a-ges so I can’t go wrong with the price.
But I have a big week infront of me.
Lets go through the play by play…
Monday - Errand Day
Meet with the unemployment people about getting retrained in a different field, or sharpen skills in an area so I can remain competitive (depending on how you look at it). IE photoshop, flash, etc. Talk to possible client for the studio. I’m debating on skipping meals that day because I am really sick of food.
Print out more resumes on the Governments dime, deposit check, job hunt.
Tuesday - Intrigue day
Meet up with Johnny D. Deposit subversive literature. Engage the swiss miss, aquire code. Check out the protests (if possible) Drop off subversive lit in several hiring facilities. Grab some Starbucks.
Wednesday - Job Hunt part 2
Put up posts on Craigslist, answer posts on Craigslist. Search through hotjobs, and monster for an employment oppurtunity. Watch lots of law and order, play halo, or work on web portfolio more.
Thursday - Invasion, Hoboken
Distribute flyers. Lots of ‘em
Friday - Relocate the Yankee
A mob snitch needs assistance set up a safe house in an unspecified location in the Isle of Manhattan*. Catch a movie. Get some beer**.
* Unless Giovanni DeLarue wants me to handle it Tommy Vercetti style. (wink wink boss)
**Funds Permitting
August 29th, 2004 at 9:15 pm
Hi… OK, now you’re going to get all pissed because I contacted you. First and foremost… I have never read your journals or have even come across them until today. I was looking up entries and different journal sites and I came across your’s. You’re all over the internet with it. So I figured, why not…it’s been a long time and I’d like to know how he is doing. I hoped with all my soul that you were happy for once in your life. When I read what you wrote about me…I was actually insulted. Well, a little insulted. I don’t hold grudges anymore. Waste of time and energy. I had no clue you actually thought I read your site. I especially had no clue that you gave my private pics that you took of me to a friend for christmas which was really insulting to say the least. I would never have done that to you. Hell, I wouldn’t do that to anyone… And as much as you have been through the ringer with women (including me) I know that I didn’t leave you for freaken shakespeare. I never read what you typed about Shakespeare. As a matter of fact I change my whole outlook after spending two years on my own without any men in my life so that I could get to know who I was without knowning who I was through someone else for once. I’m sorry you seem as this cuntflap from hell who lied and cheated on you with my acting career that isn’t even much of a career in the first place these days. What killed our relationship was the lack of trust you had in me when I was out rehearsing. And yes, it was my fault, too. I communicated horribly with you. But, damn, I mean…damn! When I look back on us I don’t go spreading horrible crap about you. I remember the good things. And yes, though the memories are bitter sweet, that’s what they are now…memories. I don’t want you to go on for the rest of your life just hating me. I don’t hate you. I don’t hate anyone. Not even the last guy who put my heart in a meat shredder over two years ago. I’m sorry I ever hurt you. I’m sorry you feel the way you do. And I’m sure you will probably either curse me out, type more crap about me on your blog (I have one, too, by the way, but you’d probably get pissed off after reading mine because my life has changed so damn much)or I don’t know what else… In the end it shouldn’t matter. I just wish you all the happiness in the world and I mean that sincerely. Again, I’ve never read your blogs until just tonight. I’m not angry. Its been five years. But, I never cheated on you with anyone. I was damn loyal when it came to that. I’ve never cheated on any of my relationships. But, hey, if it makes you feel better to say such things about me here so that you can get it off of your chest, then do so. I’m sure I’ll be reading more nasty things. If it makes you happy, that’s fine.
Be well,
“Anita”
If you ever do want to read my entries let me know. I’m sure you probably don’t. My site is password protected, but I’m sure with your hacking experience you’ll get in anyway…