Ever go to a restaurant and run into someone who works there that knows you? Ever run into relatives of your ex-girlfriend who work there? Ever stop and wonder at first if they are going to do anything to your food before it gets to you?
Phew. Neither do I. That’d just be paranoid.
Small town living really sucks. You can’t go anywhere without running into people you know, people that know you, people that know people that know you, people that know people that you hate, people that hate people that you know, and so on. I don’t live in a small town anymore, but I did. And I have to come back here every few months to do some contract work and pay my bills. And for that week or two that I’m in town, it’s hell. Everywhere I go, I see people I either knew in high school, or met in college (during my brief stint), or people see me and tell other people that I’m in town. I wasn’t even that popular in high school. I can’t imagine what it must be like for people who were.
Of course, people who are popular in high school tend to not leave their small town. At least that’s how it works here.
I brought a small contingent of ants up with me from down south. They seem to have arrived via my briefcase. So, people of Northwest Florida, please give a warm welcome to the ants from my bedroom.
They’re mostly harmless. Just little black sugar ants. If they bite you, it must be ‘coz you’re so sweet and they heart you.
I think they climbed into my briefcase to escape the wrath of the lizard population in our kitchen. Our apartment is a wild and untamed ecosystem.
I’m addicted to MySpace, still. Don’t get a MySpace; it is the ruiner of lives.
The previous statement is libel.
The package carrying Selling The Faith on a MiniDV tape to the film festival people arrived a day before the deadline (which is today.) Now, we have to wait and see if we get accepted. No telling how long that will take. This is killing me.
Speaking of Selling The Faith. I still get a little feedback here and there from people who watch it on boredom-induced, and man, every time I do, it makes me want to shoot another short. Everybody seems to take something different away from it.
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I think the ants are in your head now. Followed you up???
I dont even see em much anymore.
I think they thought you had the catfish…instead of me…