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cable. fucking cable, man.
so maybe i've sold my soul to viacom or whoever runs viacom, possibly the devil. maybe i've sold out. maybe i couldn't care. i'll still be on tv friday. that's right, motherfucking tv. motherfucking mtv, to be exact. yeahhh, be jealous. met that vj damien, who looked like he needed a nap, and a couple of tylenol. i still have yet to see the killers video, but apparently i think that it's the most incredible thing in the world. and the killers is my favorite band too, apparently. i also got to sit in the front row to watch one of the coolest shows to hit a broadway, and it's a shame it's closing so soon. also got to meet constantine maroulis from pray for the soul of betty and american idol. wasn't quite what i expected to say the least, but then, what was today? in other notes, had a tossed salad in a couple of years and if you've never had one, go buy one. good stuff. love you bitches.