Happy birthday TV.
Peace has been made with camp Sean (no word on Chrissy's actual feelings, no real desire to know one way or another). A visit was made, in full scenic-style, and went off without a hitch. We even relinquished the cameras, so no more photo shoots for awhile.
Confusion ensues as to what will happen next (if anything). At least the air is clear and the energy is free. Patty is another story entirely. She had a hissy fit over not being able to get into *her* house last night when we wouldn't come to the door. In defence, it was VMA night, and Gerard was about to perform a rooftop premier of his newest rock-mother-fucking-opera. My 13 year old inside couldn't let anyone in. Also, I had no idea it was her. I figured it was Jon at best, and the "C'mon Meagan" posse clamoring for the cameras back. So not coming to the door was the only choice really.
