Celebrity sighting! We saw Entourage's Adrian Grenier zip in and out and jump into his white car, where he drummed on his steering wheel passionately to music I couldn't hear from where I was sitting. I don't have cable, so I don't know Entourage, but I remember his role as Anne Hathaway's man-bitch in The Devil Wears Prada.
Contracts were signed, and I have officially been hired to write a screenplay for a low-budget comedy that allows for raunch levels that reflect, well, my normal day-to-day life. As you know, my existence in Glendale is just one big raunchy movie, complete with out-of-control frat parties and lipstick lesbians in bathing suits.
Mr. IFP and associates are genuinely nice people who care what I have to say and who love movies as much as I do—such a contrast to the asswipes I've had meetings with at Paramount. (Gasp! I'm finally starting to name names! Watch out, Hollywood!) I mean, you know it's a going to be a great relationship when Mr. IFP and associates come to a business meeting wearing Motley Crue and Guns N' Roses T-shirts. Over at Paramount, they wear suits and have staplers lodged up their asses.
Hey, I love anal as much as the next guy, but you will never find office products inside me.
—Reporting From Glendale, California