I <3 the Edmonton Oilers.
2004-02-27 // 9:02 p.m.

Heh. Heh heh heh. My boys are playing against Phoenix tonight. I believe this is the first time Mike Comrie has had to play against the Edmonton Oilers since he was booed out of town. And he's getting his ass kicked. 7-2 to be exact. You hear that, Cat? 7-2! What do you think of your man now? Mwa ha ha. You shall regret the day you betrayed me, Comrie, you sack of quivering, pathetic dog turd!

And Ethan Moreau got a hat trick. I'm really turned on by that for some reason. Seriously, the dude hopped off the side, skated uprink, fired off his shot, and it sailed past the goalie. He didn't even break a sweat. Damn. Da-yum! That's just really hawt. Ethan needs to call me. I'm completely willing to be his dirty little puck bunny.

Ahem.

Excuse that, dear readers. Sometimes, I just get way too into hockey for my own good. Eh, comes with the territory of being Canadian.

Eeee! Bowie tickets go on sale tomorrow! And I'm going to get some! Front row, baby! I'm unbelievably excited. I've been to a grand total of three concerts in my whole life; Edwin & the Pressure last year, Gob a few years ago, and Paula Abdul when I was eight (shut up. It was a present from my mom, and it was really sweet. At the time). Eeeeeee!

I've got to get some writing done this weekend. I've stagnated with my story, and now, instead of taking a break from it, it's grown into an avoidance issue. Must repair that. And I have more articles to submit for the Sark site that I haven't gotten around to finishing. I'm determined to have a productive weekend.

Well, this has been a boring entry. Sorry about that, my darlings. I'll try to be more entertaining tomorrow. Until then, I shall miss you all, and I shall think fondly of you, late at night, when I'm alone in my room...

Creeped out? Good. My mission for the day is complete. Adieu!

Miss Black

Listening to: The good ol' hockey game (it's the best game you can name!)

Reading: "Mr. Palomar" by Italo Calvino

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