Damn People!

I have been totally busy since the last time I wrote. Me and Mims went to Duran Duran and they were awesome. Turns out they aren't girls but totally old men, which was kinda weird but whatever! We had a blast. Harvey dropped us off at the VIP entrance but when the show was over there were all these yellow cabs outside and we had to walk like a block to find the Bentley. That was super boring. What is the point of the VIP entrance if it isn't also a VIP OUTRANCE?

So Yoli, my publicist, says that I need to "rehab" my reputation. Like we haven't tried THAT before. So anyway, she set up all these photo ops for me this week with homeless people (yuck), sick children (gross!), and like I don't even know what was wrong with some of those people, but it was nasty. I was helping to distribute food to some bank - I don't know why a bank needs food since they are all about money and should be able to buy their own food. Whoa! Now I'm confused big time.

I just called Yoli and she says the bank was a food bank. I'm like, "I should get Gus an account!" She says I can't but I'm pretty sure I can. I'm very persuasive.

Anyway, now I am totally tired and just lounging around The Compound. It's kind of cold and windy so we're going to have chili tonight! I can smell Gus making it downstairs. It smells awesome. I need to go down there and tell him I got him a account at the food bank, he'll be so happy!