04 October 2002 - 10:55 p.m.

I am writing because I feel bad about leaving an ire-filled entry (no way is that correct) up in the D-land hizzouse. Even if it's still true, and today was a tad cooler than it might have been, thanks to the fact that the offending party passed by me today and said hi, and when Gus asked who the offending party was, I got to say, "that was that person I wrote a mean diary entry about yesterday!"

Yes, Gus is here, but not for long enough. Although, we are managing to keep it real with lots of West Wing goodness caught on tape (C.J.'s bare midriff and Amy's slutty tank are almost enough to call the "Rock the Vote" episode Girls Gone Wild), Mexican food, and home imporvements of the Trading Spaces Laurie Smith variety. We almost even did an homage to Albers' "Homage to a Square," but that didn't happen thanks to the laxness of some Wal-Mart employees. Oh, well. A white wall is saving me three dollars.

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