Greetings! It's Sunday, and therefore everything in town was closed.
I spent this morning working on my TV show script. It's about halfway done now, and I've tested it with some of the desired audience. I can't tell you people what it's about because I'm flat broke and this gig could be my ticket to some bonus pocket moolah*.
Around noon, I made myself a smoothie and quit working on the script for the day. I can't write if I'm not inspired. If I'm not inspired, nothing goes as planned. Every word I type is one more word I have to delete when I come to my senses and realize all I typed was stupid.
As I played on my iPod, I received a text from one of my best buddies, Christie, who my group of friends call CJ. She asked me if I would care to partake in intriguing yet brain-cell-killing conversation. She did not fail to disappoint. This conversation of our contained the words "twiddle-diddle" and "hoity-toity middle-class slug". After an hour of conversing in this fashion, we made arrangements for me to come to her house in an hour.
I was slightly cautious of this arrangement, as she has cats, and on occasion, I'm deathly allergic to cats. She and the two other of her triplet siblings, as well as their father came to pick me up.
By three o'clock, I was at her house, and we were settled into the room she shares with her sister, complete with two bags of New York cheddar-flavoured chips. CJ had her dad's iPad set up with Netflix and so, we tried to agree on a movie to watch together. CJ's one of my emo/goth type friends, so she wanted to watch a horror movie with me. I'm kind of wary of scary movies, so I suggested one I had already seen: The Number 23. It wasn't available. Neither was Mallrats, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Star Wars Episode IV, or Cobra; aka, my all-time favorites.
After we had searched for Cobra, one of my other favorites popped up: First Blood; the first Rambo movie. I convinced CJ with no difficulty (she's as dude-crazy as I am) to watch First Blood with me. Shaggy Stallone kills us both every time; he's SO HOT!!!
During this movie with guns, mild nudity, knives and stuff going BOOM, in walks a little puppy. She climbs up onto the bed we're sitting on and starts eating our chip crumbs.
I have major dog issues. Big dogs, small dogs, etc. I back up when one is around and flinch when I hear barking. This little dog is just eating the crumbs between CJ and me and I am mildly freaking out. The dog walks in and out of the room a few times, then decided to stay out. I settle back down and try to concentrate on trying to understand Rambo telling Trautman his nightmares when the dog comes back in. CJ picks her up and snuggles the dog under the blanket.
The movie ends and we decide to watch an episode of Friends while we try to figure out what we really want to watch. (Chandler in a box, literally my favorite episode from S01E01- S06E13)
I recall one of our earlier get-togethers, where we tried to watch the Breakfast Club, but the Internet was out. I remind CJ of my challenge that day, to see how long she can go without falling in love with Bender.
As we enjoyed his bad-boy antics, the dog curls up in my lap and starts to watch the movie with us. After an hour, I give in to the temptation of petting it, and start absent-mindedly petting this little puppy.
When the movie's over, I recount to CJ the story I wrote that her bedroom reminds me of.
And now I'm home.
And sleepy.
So I'm going to sleep.
Good night!
P.s. Moolah means money, cash, dough.
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