*pout* I went grocery shopping tonight, and Michael wasn't working. All that effort put into my hair and makeup for nothing. I mean... what? NO! He's married! *slaps self* Actually, I've decided to rent out a houseboat in Egypt so I can sail along on DeNile, pretending that maybe he just has a girlfriend. Which is still bad... but he's so cute! Why is it that all the good guys are gay, married, or fictional? Ugh.

I had a little personal crisis today, in which I realized that I'm an incredibly fucked up person with absolutely no idea how to commit to anything, and as a result, I am screwing up my own life. I can't decide if I want to write about it, because I know that my sister sometimes reads (hi Cat!), and I don't want her shooting her mouth off to my parents about it. On the other hand, I don't want to have to censor what I write about. Quite the dilemma. I shall ponder on it, and perhaps later on you can all read about what a goddamn basket case I am.

Not a good week for me in general, so far. I dread Saturday. Valentine's Day sucks. I've never been a fan of it, it's too commercial for my tastes, but this year especially has me down. I just watched Phoebe and Mike get married on Friends, and it kind of made me wish I had a boyfriend. I usually have no problems being on my own (besides the sex issue), but tonight, I'm in the mood for a cuddle, and I have no one. Granted, even if I did have someone, I'm sure everything would end terribly within the month. Because as I mentioned before, I'm a commitment-phobic FREAK.

God.

Miss Black

Listening to: "Let's Get Retarded" by the Black Eyed Peas

Watching: Alias.

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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.