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Today I had a job interview. It seemed to go quite well, and if it weren't for the fact that I have to take night classes until December and they need someone who'd be able to work a lot of overtime, I'd have gotten the job. Latin ruins my life once agin!

Saw Scott at Eating It. He was hilarious but it was a very painful sort of comedy, more like a therapy session between Scott and the audience, where he recounted a lot of "embarrassing" stories from his youth, some of which were way more horrifying than embarrassing. All stories, he later confirmed, were true. Rape with a toothpaste tube, Carrie-like high school locker room abuse... ha ha ha! And yet the way he told them made it okay to laugh. It was kind of awesome, really, that he could take these experiences and thirty years later completely rob them of their power, turn them into silly jokes for people to laugh at. That's very cool.

His skin is so, so soft. I must ask him about his regime.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:32 PM | shower me with attention