First off, let me say that I am in an extremely stabby mood tonight. Tab came home from her two day fuckfest at her old boyfriend's house, and she's had Sheryl Crow's cover of "The First Cut Is the Deepest" playing on motherfucking repeat ever since. Seriously. If I have to listen to that fucking song one more goddamn time, I'm gonna goddamn blow my fucking head off. Cocksucking shitbitch. FUCK.

Now that that's out of my system, may I please marry Raoul Bova? He's that delicious lookin' man from the Gap commercials for like, khakis, or something. I don't know. Alls I knows is the dude is Italian, and just about the hottest thing I've ever seen, and it's absolutely criminal that I can't find any good pictures of him, besides this one. I'd detail all the naughty, devious, filthy things I'd like to do to him, but it's been brought to my attention that I sometimes get a wee graphic, and it's "shocking" to my pure, virginal readers *sticks tongue out at P*. Which, ironically, has inspired Laney and I to write some really steamy gay erotica, that you may or may not get to read one day *winks*.

And, to round out this post of murderous urges and lustful desires, here: have some gratuitous profanity, courtesy of some of my fave celebs evah. I adore the way Adam Brody says "fuck". I think that may be my favourite swear, but I'm also quite fond of "cunt". It's so vile. You utter that word, and everyone stops, like you've just professed to eating a kitten. It's funny, really.

Miss Black

Listening to: Sheryl Crow, quite fucking unwillingly.

Watching: Arrested Development. Hee hee! "It looks like your teaking her nipples through a chain link fence."

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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.