It's official.

I am going to live with a boy.



D-day Feb. 21st.

No-no-notorius

In light of what many call my "sick hockey obsession", I would like to state for the record that I don't like just brutish meat heads. I do, in fact, have an even sicker fascination with aging, British rockers. See below.



The one and only, David Coverdale. He was born to walk alone.



God damn, I wish my name was Rio. Simon Le Bon.



The incomparable Robert Plant. Only when you're not talking about David Coverdale.



Joe Elliott. For obvious reasons.

Can't explain it. Won't explain it. So there.

Didn't think the day would come, did you?

I met a boy. And I'm in T-R-O-U-B-L-E with this one.