La vie bohème

Here is the thing: I like details to be perfect. I don't want anything out of place, and all the corners must be clean. So when I read copy that isn't clean, it annoys me. I think people should pay attention to grammatical details. I am kind of a nazi that way. Right now I feel really good. If I can sell that Mitsubishi, I can breathe a sigh of relief.

Where is that post in which I discuss the dramatic tension at the opera? The one that is supposed to be the basis for the screenplay or series? What is going on so far? Clare and Chris is ongoing . . . Stevie B. is a vegetarian . . . Daryl is big and tall . . . Jennifer is ambitious, acts privileged, is fun, talks a lot . . . José is the senior now, Señor Suave . . . J-tree is pissy as usual, her bossy R Zellweger self . . . Noelle is looking very sexy with her Brigitte Bardot hair . . . Scot is a snot . . . Rae is a comfort . . .

I have to not superimpose what I hear onto the people about whom I hear them. Let Fran be Fran no matter what anybody says . . . and that goes for everyone . . .

Erik is fun, Stanley Tucci could play him. Michael could be Philip Seymour Hoffman. Did I say James yet? James would be David Spade. Omigod, how much fun could this be?!!! I'm thinking The Devil Wears Prada meets Robert Altman-type cameothon. It would take a very influential, very up-and-coming director/producer . . . Sofia Coppola

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