December 2, 2004
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It's been a rather interesting few days. For the first time in my pitiful life I have begun to think seriously about my future plans. I have always known what I wanted out of life and what I want to do, but I've been trying to create a scheme over the past seventy some odd hours so that I can finally attain what I want.
Overall my goals have not changed. I want to make movies, eat well, incubate a family, and have mind blowing sex. My life is a third over and I've attained two of these things.
Experiencing one of the best weekends of my life has convinced me to make San Francisco my eventual permanent home. I grew up there and I realize I want to stay. Mr. Miyagi believes in roots and conveys this sentiment best in Part Three.
I had been flirting with the idea of moving to New York, Vancouver, Toronto, and Shanghai, but those are all dirty whores you don't take home to mom. Although I admit I am planning to inhabit New York for six to twelve months in the near future, it's San Francisco in the end, man.
It's late-early right now and I'm up because I am drafting a business plan. After I finish this sucker I'm going to make completing my two screenplays within the next six months a priority. Work is going to take a little bit of a back seat. Meanwhile, I think I'll read your sites and pretend I'm living in your cities.
On a lighter note, I'm going to hell. I have to face facts. My cousin and I are total assholes. We make fun of everyone. Nobody is safe, dude.
There is a certain someone who is thinking of hiring us and you would think we would be polite to him. Except we're not. The guy talks like a retard and we like to mimic him. Today, I left a message on his answering machine as a mentally handicapped gay lover. His wife heard it and got upset. I know it's stupid and juvenile, but it insures me a candle lit table in the restaurant with a blazing inferno called hell.
My cousin is just as bad, so it's good to know that I will have trustworthy company down there. I hear the service sucks because the wait staff tortures you by sticking red hot pokers up your penis. They're probably just rumors, but still.
Besides, if that shit is true it means I need to make the most of my time here by making movies, eating well, incubating a family, having mind blowing sex, and making fun of people. Or I could just strangle you.
Either way, I'd be happily fulfilled.
Comments (17)
I like getting high and reading your posts
Good stuff here. Good luck on those scripts. I've been *working* on mine for 2 years. Hmmm, I think I need some inspiration - you know the pigeon sitting on the wall looking at the houses he will never afford and just crapping his life away on hippi-buses-type of inspiration. I know, I know - that last sentence just sounded weird.
Oh don't you worry, you'll have plenty of company down there. Make sure you have a table reserved bigger enough for me and my friend as well. He walks around all the time being a retard and I comment with such as "I don't think that restaurant serves retards. We can't go there."
haha.
did you get your flatscreen?
i would hate to be in texas ...
u should consider los angeles ... not like LA city but other cities in LA county is really nice ...
real estate in SF is so expensive (den again LA is not much better either)
what am i talking about?
i miss san fran too. i'ma move back when the traffic and fog cease. i will be going to hell as well. i will be providing the sunscreen. leave more messages, let the romance continue.....
thx for congratulating my bf ^^
goodluck in finals ^^
per my last posting...u have serious issues man....hehhee...=P
actually, most of the time i didn't wake up for college. but when i was an ra, i had to deal with those damn freshmen and their alarm clocks. i really didn't like them
what if you had sex so mind blowing it literally blew your mind? then you wouldn't really get to enjoy hell so much because you'd probably be a vegetable. that kinda sucks... because i mean, if you're going to be in hell, you really should be allowed to enjoy the debauchery.
Everyone makes interesting -- almost philosophical -- comments, I wonder if they know. You know what's scary? Someone who don't have ANY issues. I believe mind blowing sex is a mutual thing; (for myself) it happens when you're trying to blow someone else's mind. I would have to disagree with the idea of moving to LA or any city in the County of LA. A lot of fog is better than a lot of smog. You don't want to HAVE to drive or get on a freeway just to get to your buddy's house. It seems like it's always rush hour there. When it gets really hot, you might as well shoot yourself before the air pollution does. The quality of air is noticably better up north anyway. SF is beautiful, not too big, convenient, and everything you need is close by. You don't have to go very far to find a park, a beach, a zoo, shops/malls, universities, great public transportation system...well you should know, you grew up here! Choose any city in the county of San Francisco, hehe =P I'll probably see you in hell too since I used to be notorious for making fun of everyone (I just keep it to myself now, haha)
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Doing some serious thinking about your future plans is always a good thing. Back when I turned 20 I always had a five year plan to accomplish. Didn't meet all the goals, but at least it provided solid direction and prevented me from straying.
Regarding Hell... I hear that the food is great there. An all-you-can eat killer buffet. Problem is the utensils are longer than you are tall and you're forbidden to eat using your hands. If you and your cousin should find yourselves there for an eternal dinner, sit across the table from each other and take turns feeding the other.
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YOUR boobs arent big enough, biatch
wow haven't been here for a while. how's it going. -peggy
have lots of little mini-yous. they be like Bebe's kids.
i vote for strangling! hehe. oh but if you read my xanga.... you wont be pretending that you live in my city for long huh! no place like SF!
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