Me: The Mothman Prophecies is on!
E: Isn't that the movie where the baby survives in the jungle?
Me: No. It's the movie with the Moth-man.
New story later! I feel broken or something. Everything I write is so short that it makes me puke. In the last week I've thrown out at least eight finished or semi-finished stories because they were short and I was upset. They make me so sick that I really feel like one of those dick-ass writers now. Like on Gray's Anatomy this week, this writer thought his novel was shit, so he ate it. I got that kind of over-dramatic starving artist kind of beat poet over-reaction to my recent, short little failures. So yeah. New story later!
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