My First Blogging Mission

For my first Blogging Mission I will go an adventure sometime during the work week. Hopefully I will get too drunk and they will fire me from this painful existence I call a job. Ass Fucking World Championships is a paycheck so I've stuck around longer than I ever anticipated. The thing is, I'm a screenwriter (No, really. Fuck you.) and I have two projects that I need to complete. One is a rad grind house type movie that only needs a minor rewrite. The other is a kids movie centered in the world of video games that I sold in a pitch. I thought I'd be able to write this in my dirty drawers, baked as fuck, half conscious and wholly removed. This is not the case. It is a major bitch and a minor catastrophe in my life. It is months past due. I can't get paid until I finish it so it is fucking paramount (like the studio I work at) that I figure this web of 'child-aimed entertainment hell' out. So fire me. Please. Force me to further my career.

My blogging missions will be photographed by my neighbor, an aspiring shooter with a younger face that will make for better perspective, or at least I won't have to find my missing camera. His name...Gimp.

I'm not sure what my first blogging mission will be. Something to make my girlfriend jealous. I will go to the most fabulous jammy jam in all of Hollywood. Something that is exquisitely nouveau and 'east side' and right up her alley. She is busy like a phone line. She has more homework than a med school heart surgeon and she's in design school...go figure. These motherfuckers expect you to commit all your waking moments to a cardboard box that must be painstakingly constructed, and that's just one class out of seven. She needs time to do all this shit so I'm looking to entertain myself in the mean time.

There is a show off competition that this dude Dirty Dave DJ's. He's her friend, not mine. I'm not a fine ex-international model like she is so I don't have nearly the game she's got (more game than Kareem), but I am her boyfriend so I get to hear about all the rock hard dope shit. Blammo. Hook it up, boo. Anyways, hot chicks in really strange clothing choices show up and try to act the most over the top for a $400 prize. Sounds like a starting point.

Supposedly this dude Dirty Dave and I were in the same art department in the same college at the same time, so I might know that ass. I'm gonna do it. I'll post info later once I get all the details. It will rock.