Due to family obligations, Temp X is out of town today and will be unable to document broken dreams, needlessly self-important Hollywood executives, crappy sequel ideas, poor decisions by network executives, job rejections, embarrassing mistakes from Nikki Finke, sub-par comedy or desperate pleas for agency representation until tomorrow. In lieu of all these things that you've come to expect from the Hollywood Temp Diaries, I offer a song you won't be able to get out of your head for at least a few hours. It is also a context clue as my location. Come find me and win a free bottle of Blatz.
1 comment:
Well you must be in Milwaukee.
Its actually a shame that you remain anonymous, are you writing a book?
Anonymous1
Post a Comment