The little people!?
Dayni, please.
Also, in the end that script I read (the one that was sent to my production company with legalese) sucked. So I'm not in turmoil any more.
I met this girl whose name I will not mention because I'm pyscho about these things, but anyways, she'd placed an ad looking for some serious collaboraters to make great movies. I thought maybe I could work with her on this script she was writing and help out, etc.
I should really screen these things beforehand. To put it bluntly, this girl did not come accross as someone who has even half her $#@% together. I have noooo interest in her story idea (which she is supposedly writing) and noooo interest in collaborating with her. She creeps me out.
I know I'm being fuzzy on the details, but that's all I'm willing to publish about it right now.
However, meeting her has strengthened my own determination to get my own $#@% together. At least enough so that if I ever place my own ad, I won't scare people off.
On another note, today -- the first day of properly hydrating myself -- I've peed four times already.
Ooo. I just read that the two crooozes split. That's too bad. I liked them together.
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