Warning: This journal is rated R, for restricted audiences. It contains naughty language and adult situations. If you are under 18, do not read without the consent of an adult. Sunday, July 19, 1998 Slightly intoxicated,
Oh man. The job offer was no heat/poverty/hunger induced hallucination, and a solid day of meetings and knobhobbing cemented my summer firmly in place. P* picked me up and took me over to Propaganda studios, where I met about 50 million people running around as if the world were about to end, and I probably retained about three name/face relationships out of the whole introductory ordeal. Oh well. I signed some paperwork and all that crap, got my identification and if I'm real good, I get a spanky wanky walkie talkie on set tomorrow! Shit. Well, I guess it's better than commercial or video work, so I shouldn't complain. And it's a Spike Jonze movie, which could be cool. I hope he's not a dick, I really liked Sabotage. The Pharcyde thing wasn't bad either, but I had that idea like a million years ago. They didn't really tell me what the movie's about. I do know there are going to be a bunch of monkeys and animals on the set, which sounds like a nightmare. Maybe it's a good Monkey-Cop-Buddy flick, a remake of Every Which way but Loose. That would be hot, I should be so lucky. I got home at 6 and talked to Garret for a while over pot pies. I think he's happy I'll be out of the house more, but I also think he's gonna want some actual rent money. Fuck that. I'm riding this poo ship until it sinks, free of charge. Maybe I'll kick him down a six pack. (Come to think of it, this whole PA thing is going to get in the way of my upcoming Mexico pharmaceutical foraging adventure. Why, I've been stretching my anal cavity for weeks! What a waste.) Enough rambling. I have a good angle on Kill..., I think I'll introduce a lesbian love interest for Karin. Brilliant! Genius! No, really, I think I this could turn into something good here. Or maybe that's just the booze talking. Gotta think positive. Time will tell, I'll have these jackasses PA'ing for me soon enough. Million dollar idea: coffee helmet- like a beer helmet, but for working professionals.
