I live in Hollywood and I am not getting a CAR in the APARTMENT THE SIZE OF MY ASS
When I tell Angelino’s I don’t have a car, their response is always the same “What? You don’t have a car!?” You’d think I’d told them I that I didn’t eat or something. Yes. I do not have a car in Hollywood. And I will not be getting a car. Sitting in a traffic jam for an hour and half does not seem like fun to me. An ex of mine insisted that I must get a car, that I have to get a car. You know what? I get by just fine. I don’t have the expense of a car or the stress of being in a car in LA. Cars are for driving and I love to drive…but not in LA. Maybe if I’m in this place long enough to have some spare cash and I want a toy, well all and good then.
Oh, and the car I’d buy? An orange VW 1966 Beetle, of course. It’s orange, it’s petite, it’s loud, and it’s European. What more can I say. Sounds like we are perfect for one another.
I’m off for a walk, fatsos!
It’s scriptathon today. I have one I want to rewrite. I may start small. I have four shorts which I could do for practice.
I’ve drummed up freelance work but it’s for no money. I need a job. But I’m also going home in May. But I need a job for when I get back so that I can pay June rent. Or should I just not go home. Aaaaaagh. I need to go visit but is that really sensible when I’m not working. Anyho, I’ll see what my tax is like. How great to be creative but how shit it is to be poor…really poor. Do I get a straight job or do I get a cafe job. Mmmmmm. I’d rather be working for a production company.
I got to go to the library.