Anonymous

A Story a Day
2004-11-06 08:06:18 (UTC)

fear

2:58am
i can't believe i stayed home on a friday night. well, i can believe it. i'm a
loser with bad skin. it's drying up. i can feel the little glands tightening up,
closing off all oil production. my lips are chapping. all this and i'm only on a
half dose. the next 5 months will be an intense experience. fucking stupid
skin.

so yes, i stayed home tonight with the idea that i would work on my writing.
it's probably not going to happen. i slept a good deal, dispite all the soda i
drank. maybe it's depression, but i think it's more attempting to avoid the
physical pain around my mouth. it should only be a few more days of that.
hopefully. and the screenplay must go on. i've got many things to write
about, many movies to make. it's all very possible and imminent. the writing
just has to come with it. which is why i'm updating this thing again. a start.
of course, it's not pages and it never will be.

also. i keep thinking about hiring a prostitute. i'm forgetting what it's like to
be in the visceral, almost surreal phsyical act. naked sweaty bodies. my
roommate being a dead sexy english bastard bringing home a new girl every
week doesn't help. if only the walls were thinner.

hmmm. hiring a prostitute... am i really that kind of guy?




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