Mmm, I love the smell of new template. Not that I didn't like my old one (Reservoir Dogs rocks, yo), but I was a little bored with it. This one is so clean and simple.

So, as I mentioned in my last entry, I'm helping to set up a Sark/David Anders website. Just for something fun to do. At least it gives me a valid reason to obsess over every little thing that Sark does. Plus, I think David Anders is so fab, and there aren't enough websites out there that attest to that. So there. Rationalized. Don't know when it'll be up and running, but I'll be linking it on here. I'd say in about two weeks. Mark your calenders, folks (or, you know, don't).

In actual life news, I haven't run into Michael since the Ring incident (yes, it gets a capital, because that way it is associated with the other two Rings. It's that evil), but then, I haven't been grocery shopping this week. Yet.

Yay. VD is this weekend (heh heh, Valentine's Day, or venereal disease?). Whoop-dee shit. P and I are planning on going to the moon that night. Vodkas all around, my babies. Then, maybe we'll go pick up men and use 'em and lose 'em. Wait. There are no men in this town. Not any real ones, anyway *is bitter*.

Holy Christ on a cracker, people. David Motherfuckin' Bowie is coming to town in April, and I am going. Full stop, no arguments, no excuses. I. Am. Going. Which means I definitely have to get a job now to justify spending money on tix. But frankly Scarlett, I don't give a damn, because as I said, David Motherfuckin' Bowie.

Miss Black

Listening to: "Rebel, Rebel" by David Bowie

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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.