|hasket stop naggin
||[May. 6th, 2004|11:44 pm]
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How come nobody's emailing me? Oh well, thought I'd write about my mundane life events lately.
First, this kid in my town named Billy Palinsky died from injury to his spleen during a hike. He was 20. I didn't think I knew him, but I saw his pic in the obituaries and recognized him right away. It's really eerie.
In other news, I saw Donna in town today, there's going to be a meeting about the movie i'm gonna be in this Wednesday, the script is OK, needs more subtext, but then again, it's just in the concept stage right now.
I'm planning a trip to Montreal with Hasket and Corey, i'm sure we'll have a blast.
In French club, I finally met someone my age, Corentin, he's from the west, near Nantes, also a rastafarian. We talked about the EU, stuff like that. There sure are a lot of lulls in the groups' conversations, I'll have to bring something interesting with me.
Work is fine, my manager is buttering me up big time to get me to do her bidding. Which I'd do anyway.
Bill Cosby- What do you think candy is made of Stewie?
Stewie- Sunshine and farts, what the hell kind of question is that?