Saw Michael last night. I hate to be such a girly fucking loser in posting every single time I talk to the man, but seriously? Flirting with him is the only fun thing in my life right now. I'm staring down the barrel of a month of hell, where school is ending and I have to find a job and move in with P (which I'm totally excited about, but moving sucks no matter which way you slice it). So let me have my drop of sunshine, people.

Anyway, it was pretty much the same routine. Smiling, giggling, small talk about school. I did a little Charlie-whoring and got Michael to promise that he'd vote for him in the election.

I was wearing a skirt and sandals, so he noticed my tattoo and asked me about it. Which clearly means he was checking me out. Not that I blame him, you understand.

I like that he's consistently charming and friendly. The most irrittating thing to me is when guys run hot and cold, you know? When they're all into you one day, and the next, it's like they barely acknowledge your existence. What douche bag came up with that game? Has he been punished severely for it? He should be.

I also really like his shoulders.

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I had a really long discussion with Anne last night about the Kid, and how he better pull it together. The guy is a fucking tool, and is completely undeserving of my best friend. He never helps with their baby, he treats Anne like shit, he's never around because he's either at work or out getting high with his friends. God damn. I won't get into the dirty details, but suffice it to say that if I were in town, the Kid would be dealing with the business end of my size seven boots (which is not a threatening size, really, but it's my intent that matters).

Nobody fucks around with my friends.

Miss Black

Listening to: "Try" by Nelly Furtado.

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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.