hustle and flow

I got CPR certified yesterday, after a five-hour class. I was partnered with an older woman named Dianne, we had to do all sorts of intimate exercises (my arm grasping her abdomen, her hand on my forehead, etc.) No I wasn't turned on but it did get me thinking. What about a screenplay about two pathetic but loveable lonelyhearts, finding amore in a CPR training class? I'm thinking Jon Lovitz and Laura Linney but I'm open to suggestion.

I have another idea for a short film, where a guy is performing CPR while he talks on his Bluetooth headset. I don't really know what happens but the Bluetooth guy is such a jerk that everyone cracks up.

Never get Kashi brand pizza. The crust tastes like granola. Take my word on this.

I don't think black people ever feel awkward.

I've been working a lot with a woman in London named Sammi. I admitted to myself today that I make up excuses to call her, when emailing would be much easier. She isn't especially interesting, but Brits could recite the periodic table and I'd be rapt. What a voice!