I used to write plays all the time. I have a shiny medal and a laptop to prove it. But then I decided that I didn’t want to do that anymore, because frankly, it was getting on my nerves. That and as I was going to playwriting workshops I was realizing that the reason it was getting on my nerves was because I was surrounded by pompous idiots. And I’d like a job.

I thought I had escaped that. But No. There is someone in my Writing for Television class that is not a TV Major. And he seemed like a pretty cool guy up until the point where when we disagreed on a script analysis, he put words in my mouth.

If there is one thing I hate more than when words put dicks in my mouth, is when dicks put words in my mouth.

I think this is the lowest and most childish form of argument, especially when in a group, because it seemed his entire intent was to make me look foolish in that setting!

Well, mister, you failed. And made yourself look foolish.

Score one for the good guys.

Yeah. I realize I look foolish.

Oh! And if you havent entered my contest, you should. I’ll bake/shop/write for you.