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My boss isn’t in today, so I am free to wreak my personal brand of havoc upon the office: Canned Jimmy Death(tm)!!!!!!!! It’s sort of like the black plague, but much more fun and fabulous. Ok. It’s like the pink plague. It’s sad how much I use the LA Weekly to validate my tastes. I mean I don’t follow their strict judgement all of the time. Sheesh. If I did that, I probably would have never seen Amelie. [Yes. They gave a scathing review of it back in the day.] Some of you people know I am hopelessly addicted to this one tv show. Actually, it’s the bottom of the bottom of the barrel: it’s a “reality” show. *shudders* You guessed it! It’s America’s Next Top Model Season 2. I admit it. I already know whom I want to win. Hehehehe. Um. So tomorrow nite I’m going to klikitak‘s bday thingee with campy Polynesian stuff. Woo! So perhaps Saturday, my_bootay would like to see the Annie Leibovitz show at Pacific Design Center? Huh? Right? Good! So who wants to come along? That’s it for now. I guess I should get some work done. [Edit]: Why couldn’t King Chimp be more like his wife? While I know deep down inside she’s against us homos marrying, she is really tactful about it. Although her remarks doesn’t make me happy, it doesn’t get me as pissed of as those of her monkey-child husband.