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Sorry, Bob Porter, you'll have to settle for being Lemont's second-favorite pole artist. Lose the glasses and work on the high kick, B.
First off, Merry Christmas to all. I hope you got the limited edition Injun hubcap you asked for.
Secondly, can I get a shout-out for the pride of Lemont, the Golden Globe-nominated Diablo Cody? The screenwriter of the new, Oscar-buzzy movie Juno (which I'm seeing today with the fam) hails from our bedazzling metropolis. And she went to the University of Iowa and majored in journalism. I'm not positive when Diablo found the nerve to steal away my life-track, but I guess she's famous first, so the joke's on me. That bitch. Why she gotta start a competition with me?
I just YouTube'd her semi-recent appearance on David Letterman, and I'm so glad I did -- this chick is sweet as hell. Pink fishnets aside, she seems so adjusted and unfazed. I can appreciate that, especially since Lemont's a town where you watch Vh-1 and start allowing yourself the delusion that Hollywood's a glowing Shangri-La decked in glory and gays. From what I've gathered, it's more just publicists. And then gays, of course.
Seeing Diablo (the former Brook Busey) made me think about this whole "fame" thing I'm fixated on. Am I fixated? Whatever. Anyway, fame soooo should be a byproduct, not a life goal. Read: I am NOT learning that. Part of the problem is I'm restless, and I readily use fame as a goal where I can attach my anxiety. You know. The same way my mom used to use alcohol. Okay, fact is I just want a steady stream of money, the time to write what I want, some more time to perform stand-up, and then... um, all of it right now. It's Christmas and I asked for it nicely. I see no reason I should be disappointed. And if I am... well, 2008's going to be a big transition year, and I'm prepared to make it my launching pad. Maybe just into a career at Panera, I don't know.
Just a thought. Love you guys, have a sweet, safe Christmas, and thanks for reading.
Xoxo,
Louis
P.S. I just received a Hollister gift card from my cousin for Christmas. What the fuck is that? I thought I made it clear I was a wiry gay, not a bulky retard.
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