Sunday, January 30, 2005
Competition!
I've got a tricky situation on my hands. As part of my Acting class, I'm supposed to keep a journal of my experiences, lessons, etc. But that's what this blog is for! What's a man to do? Well, I made my first entry today in my Acting journal, standard introductory stuff. I suppose the advantage of the Acting journal is that only one person is going to read it, so I can use that space to be a little more open and direct about shit that happens to me. I'm using one of those little composition books with the marble cover, just like John Doe in Se7en. Indeed, she encouraged us to include photos, poems, or anything else that might be important. So I've already started cutting the skin off of my fingertips and taking amateur photographs of prostitutes. See you in Hell!
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On the subway today, a man came up to me to start a conversation. He made small talk, a lonely man talking about the weather and other things. I tried to be pleasant and accommodating, but my head hurt from his banality. I almost didn't notice it had happened, but I suddenly threw up all over him. He was not pleased, and I couldn't stop laughing.
Fuckin' Dante... poetry-writing faggot! Piece of shit, motherfucker!
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