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23 November Packing packing packing. Spent yesterday packing. Nothing like as much as I wanted to, as I spent rather too much time fucking around. I did get three boxes filled and three garbage bags full of stuff thrown out, which ain't bad! Maybe I'll move next Sunday rather than Saturday...
I got a few e-mails chucking at me for going on about The Candyman again. Well, I think you have to have at least once been in the same room with him to understand, because he really does have amazing charisma and pheromones and stuff. Seeing other people's reaction to him is quite extraordinary--I know it's not just me. Anyway, here's the story morning glory: He's nicer than you think he is, I will see him whenever he wants to see me, but I'm not waiting by the phone. Got me? Besides, I have to have a crush on somebody! About a month ago, I asked my friend Gregg David Shore what the fuck it was with boys and phones, because I know it's not just The Candyman, and he said that men are less mature than women and actors are less mature than regular people, therefor male actors are the most immature creatures to walk the earth. I don't like generalizations much, but I've spent my life around actors and I gotta say that that's pretty true.
Alright, that's it! Thursday at work lunchtime some food was delivered for a tiny little girl who works at my company, but she wasn't there to pay for it, so someone else paid for it. We were speculating on what was inside it and found that it was diet food. Then the biggest, fattest woman at the company leaned into me and whispered "That's why she looks the way she does and we look the way we do." I know I've been bad about my diet lately, but I'm telling you, that screaming you hear is the sound of that camel's back being broken.
Planet Gregory is over. Even though Gregory assures me that he is not leaving forver, he's just changing venues, as far as I'm concerned, it is still a hideous disaster.
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