I just got a nice pass from a producer on my new spec. He said that while it was "very sweet", it just wasn't for them and wished me all the best of luck.
I know what you're thinking. A kind brush off, maybe even a backhanded not so nice brush off.
Very sweet.
Nudge, nudge. Look at her. She's sweet, poor thing.
My cat Kisses is very sweet...until she coughs up a hair ball.
Cotton candy is very sweet...until you eat too much of it.
Falling snow is very sweet...but's a hellish mess to drive in.
You get the picture.
Problem is, I am sweet. I can't help it.
I write sweet too. Can't help that either.
I have never done anything bad in my life. Never took drugs (took pot once, doesn't count).
Never drank to excess. Or much at all.
Haven't whored around. Haven't whored, period.
Never went around without any underwear. Okay, once, in kindergarten.
I have no dark, deep secrets.
Okay, so not only am I sweet, but I'm dull, dull, dull.
But is that such a bad thing?
Not the dull part. The sweet part.
I can be dirty. Really. I burp. I break wind. Doesn't everyone?
So I'm very sweet. Kill me. Put me out of my misery
But let me cut one first.
And yes, I know the strike is over. So why do I feel so bad?
3 comments:
The kiss of death for me is the word "cute". The moment that word falls from someone's mouth, I know I'm doomed - or, rather my work is. The word should be banned from the English languange.
Fuck cute!
Hey, I like cute!
PJ --
I've read thus far down your blogs, and you don't come across as particularly sweet in them. But dull you are most definitely not.
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