the perils of believing in shapes
the worst part of working on peoples' movies is that somehow, at the end of the day, my hands end up smelling like starbucks and i don't even drink coffee.
somebody please pass the memo down to the band, tussle to make a longer version of the song, "fire is hot." a minute just isn't long enough, like five minutes would be really good for me.
what's with a cute girl and a girly pair of sensible shoes that's just so appealing? oh, that's right, they don't look like they're high maintenance and you could probably park your car a couple of blocks down from where you wanted to go and walk over, instead of driving around a couple of times and end up nicking somebody's car while parralleling parking.