The fireworks are just a coverup of the hand gun eruptions.
Felt the need to type something up, insisting that I'm still alive.
Who here doesn't like ice cream. Sure, it gives me the runs due to my lactose-intolerance, but still, there's nothing better with a slice of still warm apple pie.
As a man, I need to stop saying "meow."
How does anyone find work if every job has some pre-existing conditions (excluding Dairy Queen fry clerk, or Chuck E. Cheese ticket exchange specialist) that are, like, impossible to attain (for me, at least)?
Which do you least prefer: Superman, Spiderman, or Batman? My answer, Superman. He's dull. The story line is so dull (Man of Steel uses inhuman powers for helping) that they have to throw in Kryptonite (which is a stupid conceit, if you ask me). Give me the boy next door routine of Spiderman, or the mystery of Batman over a god-figure rooted in FDR mythology.
The script-writing: Kaput-ski. I'm road blocked, especially after watching "Match Point." Woody already messed up one of my scene writing exercises...now what? I'm not cut out to be a writer...don't have the ideas.
Patience is a virtue, but I don't have the time.
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