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Another Sunday, done and gone. I did absolutely nothing with it other than this for her. She's having a contest and, you see, I'm a contest slut. I love contests; absolutely adore them as a matter of fact.

I hope I win. I mean really, how could I not? I've submitted (the only) two entries (to date) for her to choose from. Surely one will win. Go on, tell me these aren't just the greatest things you've ever laid your eyes on in all your long (or not) years.

So yeah. That's my Sunday. A party for all five of my senses. Aren't you terribly happy I shared?

Oh, and why are you not reading this diary yet? I insist you do so immediately, misters.

Righty oh. I'm outa here. A cup of coffee and laundry beckon.

9:56 pm - 09.29.02
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