INT. FTV CAFE - DAY

INT. FTV CAFÉ – DAY

Absolutely no effing inspiration to write anything. Am tempted to make the whole thing an MOS. What about making fun of deep gold? Man is running around tropical island trying to catch model girlfriend who may be cheating on him with hot male model. Hmmm….will probably get expelled. Next.

Music playing: Joan Jett I love rock ‘n roll

“I love rock n roll, so put another dime in the jukebox baby, I love rock n roll, so c’mon take the time and dance with me…”

The amount of ego and bullshit being thrown around here makes one wonder why we aren’t all buried waist deep in figurative fecal matter. The company hires the strangest people, the guys all think they’re irresistible Casanovas and the gals…well, while some of them are cool, the others are just clackers. Wait, rewind on that…the girls are pretty funny.

Music playing: Joni Mitchell A case of you

“If you need me I’ll be at the bar….I could drink a case of you…I’d still be on my feet.”

The whole point of writing a treatment is what again?

As she sat there contemplating her next script, a Casanova passed by, fully expecting to be given due attention for merely existing. She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. She ignored him instead.

The school was falling apart. She could see the ceiling practically falling over their heads. Random pieces of plaster on their shoulders. It wasn’t going to be pretty. They all had to get out – sooner rather than later.

Where was the future for any of them?

In 16mm celluloid.

Music playing: Aerosmith Knocking on Heaven’s door

“Mama take these guns from me, I don’t need them anymore, it’s getting dark, too dark to see…feels like I’m knocking on heaven’s door…”