doppleganger
About that last post. That wasn't really me. I guess having related my blueballs to the world, the line between the personal and the professional has been drawn here. Whaddya gonna do?
They also may have hijacked my blackberry today. Maybe I prodded them a little. But I deserved it given my reprehensible behavior this week at one point.
I am sort of at a loss for words since getting back. Recovery is always needed and I haven't really spent some time decompressing. Work needed to get done earlier in the week, and then I've been going out a lot since I got back. I missed NY badly while I was away, and on the cab ride to my apartment from the airport every block that brought me closer to my neighborhood made me long for my own bed and walls. The same kind of longing you have for someone you miss, centered right in the middle of you. Since getting back I've had some really beautiful experiences in this city like I've never had before, and part of it is this city as a backdrop for it. Whenever I move to a new place I have to process it first before I can think of shooting there, what kind of stories I'd like to tell there. New York this week became a place I was starting to understand past its exterior and trappings, and understand as the type of hallucinatory place that dreams take place in front of. I really do love this city.
I'll write something real tomorrow. Apologies for not writing more. And blogger has picture functionality working again so I can give my little comic con spiel way too late.
One final thought: in my defense, I tried to prevent said person from drinking bad milk. I really did. But they wouldn't listen.
They also may have hijacked my blackberry today. Maybe I prodded them a little. But I deserved it given my reprehensible behavior this week at one point.
I am sort of at a loss for words since getting back. Recovery is always needed and I haven't really spent some time decompressing. Work needed to get done earlier in the week, and then I've been going out a lot since I got back. I missed NY badly while I was away, and on the cab ride to my apartment from the airport every block that brought me closer to my neighborhood made me long for my own bed and walls. The same kind of longing you have for someone you miss, centered right in the middle of you. Since getting back I've had some really beautiful experiences in this city like I've never had before, and part of it is this city as a backdrop for it. Whenever I move to a new place I have to process it first before I can think of shooting there, what kind of stories I'd like to tell there. New York this week became a place I was starting to understand past its exterior and trappings, and understand as the type of hallucinatory place that dreams take place in front of. I really do love this city.
I'll write something real tomorrow. Apologies for not writing more. And blogger has picture functionality working again so I can give my little comic con spiel way too late.
One final thought: in my defense, I tried to prevent said person from drinking bad milk. I really did. But they wouldn't listen.
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Allen Woody Stewart Ahn?
On Mac now so can use AIM or Messenger.
Let me know.
Isn't it possible that the milk ploy might culminate in a fart directly in one's face?
-mw
the strangest thing about this particular girl is that she never, ever farts. ever. it's scary. maybe i should check she's a robot. and it was no ploy of mine. basically my fridge has broken down, and they wanted to eat cereal with milk that had sat in it, and i said not to. and then they got a stomach ache.
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