I am feeling discouraged today. I had a hella busy weekend and have had no time to work on my documentary in days. Well, I have done minor things related to my documentary, like going to my dad's documentary screening last Friday night, going to the Academy on Monday night to announce my filming intentions to the academy staff (they are all behind me 100% and told me I have "carte blanche" up there!!!) and check out the new meat I mean suss out the new cadets, and I should be receiving Capturing the Friedmans from Netflix soon in the mail!
But I'm really feeling down about the fact that I don't have any more adventurous friends that are willing to go out and explore with me on Saturday night at midnight. I love and adore my friends--all of them!--but now that they are all getting married, pregnant, what have you they just seem to have lost their senses of adventure and spur-of-the-momentness. S of course, does not mind if I go out and have my fun, b/c that leaves him at home to spend quality time with his PS2 and XBox360. He also likes it when I go out b/c he says it puts me in a great mood--true.
I decided that I need to find a gay, pretty boy to be my new BFF since chances are he won't be getting married anytime soon and "desert" me. But they are proving hard to find!!! My avenues to find such a character are limited, unfortunately.
I want someone to go see The Iguanas with me this Sat. night. The last time they came I just went by myself and I'm tired of doing that. Shit, I may have to just meet some of those boring old straights if I can't find the right gay play mate.
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I feel compelled to note that I was never adventurous. I have always been a "home by 10" kinda gal.
I object to your use of the term "always." Exhibit A: El Vez. Exhibit B: Papa Grows Funk. Exhibit C: Andre Williams!!!!!!!!!!!!
Those were anomalies, I swear.
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