*le sigh* Chris Martin is having a baby. Well, Gwyneth Paltrow will be the one to actually give birth to it, not him. Obviously. This saddens me incredibly, as I was under the impression that Chris was saving himself for me. Doesn't he know that she can't love him the way that I do? In the way that makes me play "The Scientist" on repeat for hours on end? In the way that makes me giddy when I catch "God Put A Smile Upon Your Face" on the radio? In the way that takes me to the dizziest of emotional heights and the lowest of lows? All right, fine. Clearly, I'm exagerrating, but I think you've gotten my point.

Who shall be my Music!Boyfriend now? You see, I have a boggling, vast array of Blank!Boyfriends- a harem, if you will. David Anders, for example, is my TV!Boyfriend. Jon Stewart: my Comedic!Boyfriend. Indie!Boyfriend: Justin Theroux. Y'all can let me know if you've got any suggestions, and if you have nothing better to do with your time (which I clearly do not).

Looking forward to "Alias" this weekend. I hear it's going to be a gooder. I can tell you one thing, though: if Sark isn't in it, as he's been MIA for the past month, I shall scream like the banshees of my Scottish heritage. Wrath and fury will be hailed down on my TV set like nothing before. I will also probably write a big, long, whiny rant about it, so if you happen to be JJ Abrams, you have been warned (Also: Hi! I love you! And despite my complaining, I shall forever be your bitch!).

I was supposed to go to some formal Christmas dinner tonight. I didn't want to buy a new dress, though, so I said "Fuck that noise!" and now here I am, eating Cheese Lover's pizza and drinking coconut rum and Coke. Yeah. Jealous?

Woo! 11 more days til I fly home for Christmas!

Miss Black

Listening to: "Hey Ya!" by Outkast. And, yeah, I am shakin' it like a Polaroid pic-sha.

Reading: "Love in the Time of Cholera" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Hey, I'm an intellectual, too. [...]Don't act so surprised.

Watching: I'll tell you what I wish I was watching: ALIAS Season 2 on DVD. Fuckity fuck. I hate that I love my family enough to spend what little money I have left on them, instead of on myself. Bastards.

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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.