I am in daaangerous territory, people. It's not yet the end of February, but the sun is shining, snow is melting, and the air is fresh and clean (well, as fresh and clean as it can be in a city surrounded by cow farms). It feels like spring is all around me, but I know better. I am no fool, cruel Canadian Winter. You can't lull me into a false sense of well-being, and then crush my dreams be heaping a fresh foot of snow on us next week. I know your tricks. I WON'T BE FOOLED!

*flips Canadian Winter the double fingers*

I feel really great today. Which is nice, since I've been feeling kind of icky for a while. What's my secret, you ask? Well, I'll tell you, but you're not going to like it. It's not eating massive amounts of cookies. It's not lazing about in bed until noon. It's not watching Alias for hours on end, feverishly tonguing the screen whenever Sark makes an appearance (uh, I actually don't ever do that. No. I really don't. Shut up). Here's the key to feeling great: exercise.

I know, I know. I scoffed at first too, but really, I did some of that "heat building" yoga today, and I feel awesome. Bones cracked, muscles stretched... it was magnificent. It's funny how exercise is always the last thing I think of to make myself feel better, but it's always what works the best (aside from shopping sprees, of course. Mmm... cute t-shirts and shoes... Okay, I'm back).

I watched "Intolerable Cruelty" on the weekend. I actually really liked it. Something about George Clooney just makes me smile. Wait, I think it's the fact that he's charmingly handsome and funny. Yeah, I think that's it. And Catherine Zeta Jones plays a really fab money-hungry bitch. I really like her. I don't care if she's a bitch in real life.

I discovered a new love yesterday. He is dark and smooth and delicious, and I want to eat him up all day long. He is capuccino yoghurt. *drools* It's almost as good as coffee ice cream. I think I may have a problem. Hello, my name is Miss Black, and I have an addiction to coffee-flavoured food products. And lip gloss. And Michael Rosenbaum.

Miss Black

Listening to: "Get Your Hands Off My Woman" by the Darkness

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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.