So I guess you guys didn't go for the whole "go out to a bar and get drunk, and also possibly meet Tom, my favorite blogger in the whole world" idea, and you know what?
That's fine. Really.
Really. It's fine.
You'll all be wishing you'd met me once my screenplay gets picked up by Miramax.
-t
6 comments:
I bet the level of difficulty for being published/picked up is:
screenplay > comic book > novel
Just a guess. I'm sure you can enlighten me on the entire process :-p
I have zero understanding of the process. That's why it's so hard.
Also, I don't actually have a screenplay written yet.
Just to let you know, I had every intention to drive back up to Boston with Thom and Mo for the party and to surprise you but then they decided they wanted to tour Philly and eat cheesesteaks. Que sera, sera.
No worries. You've already met me. The invite was directed more toward quasi-stalkers and internet fans who've never met me in person. You know, anybody in that "countrymen" links section of people I've never met in real life (ahem, mighty girl, ahem).
-t
to be honest it was more to meet and possibly make out with stupid kid.
She meant to say:
"To be honest it was more to have a really good live journal entry for Saturday."
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