Ah, I sound bitter and ya know, I am. Seriously! I'm working for a bunch of people who are only getting what they get because their parents actually rolled the dice and came up in the world. I'm currently out near Joshua Tree working for people who were born on third and thought they hit a triple and have no problem telling you why you fucked up and didn't hit a triple! Me! Semi-normal and always on the brink of clock-towering all of these cunts and this is what I'm dealing with on a holiday weekend! I could be doing so much more right now. It's a holiday weekend and I could have been chilling with the girl and the Midget but nooooo! I'm in the desert trying to help other people who have had almost everything thrown at their feet since day one. What the fuck is wrong with me? Oh wait, I'm fine and the reality is that I'm not as big a douche as I think I am and maybe I should just admit I should be a teacher. What's so bad about being a film teacher? Ah, wait, I remember, film school teachers are failed film makers and failure is not an option- it's just something that happens all the fucking time. Ah, bitter again. That's it, I'm done. I'm annoying myself and whether or not you're annoyed I don't care. I'm done complaining and thus I'm done typing. Without my bitching I'm nothing? Get fucked, I'm just going to watch "Family Guy."
Peace out, bitches!