Tonight, it being 55 degrees, I stayed in to write. I have ended up painting my nails, organizing my desk, walking to Trader Joe’s for some almonds. My only goal is to make one of those Sketch 101 lists of what’s funny about a premise. And I haven’t started writing. Or, I guess I started with this?
This. A post of a still from the film Yes Man, In that movie, dear Mr. Carrey lives in my current apartment on Rowena Ave, next to a crabby elderly. And this situation is true. There are elderlies here. My apartment which I share with Mr. Tony Rodriguez, is enchanted though, mind you. The living room is perched in at tree level and has floor to ceiling panes of windows. I promise you, I sit there and soak it up at sunset, which seems to start at 3:50 these days.
It’s Woody Allen's birthday, you know. You know. I'm listening to The Shin's Port of Morrow because I feel like a good college feel, you know?
Oh my god, what IS it about sitting indoors and starting that first crack at a new idea. You know you’ll have to repeat this action thirty times at least in order for the endeavor to count. You’ll need… to be the Yes Man….!
ok bye. Bye, and I want to go to Elysian Park!