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I got to watch Marilyn Manson on Graham Norton today on my Tivo. Unsettling-looking as always, and I was a little disappointed at how nervous and fidgety he seemed. I guess talk shows (and zany ones like Graham's) really aren't his cup of tea. Or perhaps it was those enormous false eyelashes completely obscuring his field of vision, I couldn't tell. And then when he did crack a joke it was half bleeped out so I had no idea what he was talking about most of the time. Plus not the most insightful of interviews, but I guess that's not Graham's cup of tea either. Chris Rock looked even more uncomfortable, sandwiched between a gay man and the Antichrist. He looked like he was poised to leap out of his seat at a moment's notice. It was hilarious when Marilyn made the (relatively gentle) jab at Graham's show and Graham pretended to cry, "THIS is why everyone hates you!" Comic gold, baby. But what was up with everyone getting self-portrait Pez dispensers except Marilyn? I was on the edge of my seat waiting to see his. Maybe he was booked too last minute. Poop.

In Victoria's Secret inventory tonight, one of the employees was so impressed with me she proclaimed that the company should just clone 20 of me and fire everyone else. Tery accused me of flirting with her. I said I couldn't help it that I was catnip for the ladies™, because I find that phrase enormously amusing every time I use it.

Now if you will excuse me I am off to read naughty Buffy/Giles fanfic, cuz I need me a Watcher fix.