Hello, my darling friends. I trust your Valentine's weekends were bearable, at the very least. Mine, surprisingly, wasn't as bad as I'd expected it to be. I went out with P and Ash on Friday night for a while, then we ended back at my house, drinking far too much vodka for our own good, smoking cigars, and trading sex stories. Some of Ash's guy friends came over later on and hung out. Unfortunately, I was too drunk to know which way was up, and decided I'd like one of them to be my plaything. To my relief, Ash had the good sense to come in and break things up, because the guy I'd draped myself over was actually a real scum that I would have hated myself for even touching once I'd sobered up. Bless you, Ash. Vodka, thou art a harsh mistress.

The next night, I went out to a party with P, my room mate Tab, and her friend Ethan. It was pretty lame. There were only a handful of guys there (none of them good-looking) and us three girls. We played "Sociables" for a while, and the guys got high and played video games. I don't have anything against pot, but I don't smoke it myself, so I was really fucking bored. I did, however, meet a guy named Joe, who kept telling me I had the nicest voice he'd ever heard (out of nowhere too, which was odd). He said I had the kind of voice that if you heard it, you'd constantly be wondering what I looked like. I was like "Thanks, I guess." Then P made the foolish mistake of telling him that I'd been told that I should be a phone sex operator (I have. While I was working. At a craft store. Yeah, what the hell?). He would not leave me alone after that.

You know, I totally would be a phone sex operator. I live in the gutter anyway, so I think it would be hilarious. I don't even know how you get into that business, though. Do you think they make a lot of money?

I'm only kidding.

Well, half kidding.

Miss Black

Listening to: "Dance to the Underground" by Radio 4.

Reading: "Good Omens" by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. I just started this, and I fucking love it already. Awesome.

Watching: Normally, I'd be re-watching last night's Alias, but after the shit they pulled with Sark, I'd rather just pretend that shit didn't happen. It took all of my strength not to write an entire bitchy rant about it. That's what my livejournal is for.

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Miss Black also contributes to a David Anders/Sark site under the name Chaton Espion. Feel free to visit her there if you'd like to witness the terrifying depths of obsession.