At the Focus Features Golden Globe after party Sofia Coppola looked so cool wearing flat shoes and no heals. I tried to move in now that she too is divorced, but she was surrounded. She looked my way a couple of times and I noticed a slight smile.

It might have been a smirk.

I'd like to think it was a smile because she noticed me looking at her, however she might have been making that kind of worried smile. The kind of smile you make when you think your stalker has made eye contact.

The people were rude and weird so I left. I didn't want to take my beat up car anywhere near there so I parked a mile away and walked. But as I was nearly out of range a bus pulled up and I began getting on. I've never been on the bus here before and with a few drinks in me I thought, why not. With one step in I caught a glimpse of two Power couples from the party I had talked to earlier when one lady noticed some drops of white paint on my black shoes and thought that funny... They walking to their Limo watching me as I got on the bus.

I saw the woman mouth something and they all laughed.

I found a seat midway back and watched the happy rich climb into a limo for their next party and movie deal.

There was wet gum under my seat and now on the bottom of my shoe and the bus turned and went completely the other way from my car.

It was cold and I was about half a mile away from my tiny silver car parked next to a huge mansion when I noticed a parking ticket stuck to the windshield. I still had quite a walk ahead of me to think about that crappy news and for the stickiness of the gum to give up.

I don't need anymore parking tickets, I get plenty on my own street, here they are bound to be even more of a pricey prize.

Finally making it to my car I found that it wasn't a parking ticket at all but a coupon for a psychic reading. I get these a lot.

It told me that great things were ahead for me in my future like money, love, fame, success...

Then I got hit with an intense spray of water as high powered sprinklers from the house's lawn came shooting over the hedge. I had to dig for my car keys. I was completely soaked. The coupon came apart like wet tissue in my hands and on my steering wheel.

I sat in the fogged up car listening to the radio. Indie 103.1 FM was on and it was X playing "Blue Spark". I sat there think and realizing the radio station was never going to hire me. They're not going to call me. Michael Steele doesn't give a shit about me. Or can they afford me as far as they're concerned... But that's just not the case...

My spirit guides just aren't working the radio angle, they must have something better in the works for me. I wish they would let me know what it is before I just totally give up.

I talked with a really nice guy the other day who seemed actually interested in what I was doing in my life. It turned out he's an Agent for CAA.

I know what you're thinking...

I thought it too...

But he was still cool after I chuckled.

I promised myself a long time ago to never again get caught up in that whole agent game. Still it's fun sometimes to dream about the good old Mike Ovitz days.

I've been collecting some short story scripts that I've been writing these past few years and I have come up with about 15, 5 minute shorts that I want to shoot over weekends and night then eventually put them together as a possible feature. Some of the stories are pretty wild and interesting and I think they will really strike a cord in some people and maybe piss alot of people off.

I still have a trailer for a feature I need to shoot before I can start on my own stuff.

Still painting and trying hopelessly to cover dark gray walls with white...

Tonight I wanted to reward myself for working so hard lately by going to see some old friends perform stand up comedy... That may not be a reward, but hopefully it will. I need to laugh now real bad.