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You guys! You guys! You guys! You guys! Guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat???

Rod Gudino from Rue Morgue magazine found my diary somehow, and he's all thanking me and shit for pimping them out, and he says that he thought that entry about Wicked magazine was funny as all hell, and that he sent it around to the whole fucking staff. The whole staff of Rue Morgue! My favorite magazine ever! The staff of Rue Morgue has been referred to my diary by their editor!

Also, he says he's going to send me cool, free horror shit. And he wants me to send him some movie reviews, although he says he doesn't hire people who haven't been published before, but I don't even care about that, I'm just totally fucking blown away by the idea that anyone at Rue Morgue would voluntarily look at anything that was written by me. So now I need to go back and revise and expand a few of my reviews from a couple years ago and shit, because most of them are short and badly-worded. And I'm totally done with the artsy Stanley Kubrick shit now for the time being, so I'm going to CineFile tonight to rent me a bucketload of schlocky horror shit, and maybe I can write up a couple of those as well.

EEEEEEEEEEEE.

Also, we were walking to the store earlier, and this guy pulled up to the curb in this totally wicked purple Chevy from like 1956 or something, and as we were walking by, my mom was like, "Hey, that's a nice ride," and the guy smiled at her and said, "Thanks," and then after we were down the block a ways, I turned to my mom and was like, "Dude. That was David Arquette."

Yeah, so I saw a celebrity today, too. Which, if you're me, is sort of like seeing the Virgin Mary in a bowl of chicken noodle soup or something.

I guess that buying that Super-8 must have been pretty damn good for my Karma. Adrienne had a fabulous idea, which is that instead of calling the camera ZombiePoodle, I should instead start pretending to have my own production company, and call it Zombie Poodle Productions. That's how Dreamland Studios happened, so why the hell not.

I also had the most badass dream ever last night, in which I got drunk and made out with Matt Stone.

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