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Friday, July 09, 2004
So, I was reading Dooce, and I something she said really spoke to me. "Thinking: At the moment I don’t feel like throwing anything across the room or at a wall. This is a good moment." This is literally a milder version of the definition of a good day for Jessie or I. Except, given the extent of our neurosis, ours would be more along the lines of, "At the moment I don't feel like stabbing someone to death in a sacrificial manner with the rounded end of a tampon applicator. This is a good moment." Or, basically something of an equally violent magnitude. Things like that start to make me worry for our sanity. I just try to think happy thoughts. Like... B.A.H.A.M.A.S. Today's stress level was classified as "near vomitous". So, as a result, I'm thinking I'm going to definitely buy those Nike shoes I want...and work should pay for them. So, basically, I'm going to be upping every cab receipt I turn in on an expense report by $10 until they cover the cost of my shoes. How ya' like them apples? Bitch. Monday, July 05, 2004
Forgive me Father for I have sinned. I have lusted after another. Seriously, those are some DOPE-ass shoes. But, what I want to know is how big of a traitor would I be if I bought them? The cast of BLOW OUT is stalking me. (Thank God.) Daniel, one of the stylists, was walking his dog in West Hollywood on Friday afternoon when I stopped to meet a friend for a drink (or drinks). Then, later that evening when Lauren and I went to The Grove to go to the movie, Alyn, another stylist was in line outside the theatre to see Fahrenheit 9/11. While normally you could care less when you see a C-list reality show cast member, these are literally like some of my favorite "celebrity" sightings ever. And, I don't care what that makes me. And, here's what Fashion Week Daily thinks of the show. 
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