There was a message on my answering machine from some woman who seemed upset with me. She didn't say who she was. I didn't recognize the voice. No number was left.

She said, "What makes you think anyone cares about what you have to say?"

I was taken aback. I was hurt. I even now feel weird about it.

My whole day was just a mess with that churning everything up in my thoughts and feelings.

I went for a walk.






I tried to clear my head, so I began thinking about Ray Carney and his "Open Letter to the Next Generation of American Filmmakers" where he says, "All valuable acts of expression are acts of exploration."

I just kept trying to focus on that sentence.

I watched a little bit of ABC's, "Extreme Home Makeover." I don't know why. I just did.

I like seeing cool homes.

I have a friend who is having his Echo Park house renovated and I believe it's been going on for over two years now. I bet he hates this show!

I was thinking, I bet if I had a really beautiful house with a cool interior, I'd meet a wonderful woman then.

But I'd have to have a great car, too. Can't be pulling up to a state of the art home in a dirty beat up Honda.

I finished watching my Stan Brakhage documentary. Even as odd as that guy was, he had a pretty hot chick/wife.

I thought as I was making my current film, "American Girlfriend X," that I would be coated in dating opportunities.

Wrong!

The girls I was interested in seem to only want to be involved with successful filmmakers and not potential ones.

My sister-in-law keeps trying to get me to move away from Los Angeles. She thinks I should be able to find a nice Church going woman with 5 or 6 kids and a farm.

The farm part sounds good.

But I like alleyways, industrial spaces, and tar pits.






An e-mail arrived while writing this, from a person named Janet who says:

"I just discovered you from a link placed on April Winchell. I think you are funny. And funny looking!"

Thanks, Janet.

April Winchell is a very funny lady. I think her radio show was some of the best radio I ever heard.

Someone was nice enough to send her a link to my site, I guess and she posted it somewhere, yet I am unable to find where.

Still, very nice.

I wonder if Janet owns a farm?

Please send a photo so I can comment on you, Janet.

Another Craig's List Personal Ad brings no love, nor response:

What comes out of my cock tastes like candy!



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I know what the kind of woman I want needs.

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