I give you..satan...
February 24, 2004 � 11:45 p.m.

First Entry Today

Today�s Weather: Content with strong occasional gusts of discontentment

Today is Fat Tuesday, kiddos, and I can think of no better way to celebrate Fat Tuesday than praise and swoon over Mr. New Orleans himself. Ladies and gentlemen�I give to you�Satan. DeHaven, if you nasty!

He is the dastardly looking fellow in the back with the long black hair and evil goatee.

Lick him, love him, worship him!!

*swoon*

Isn�t he yummy?!?!

I know, I know�what�s a down ass black chick like me doing worshipping this white devil, right? I know�I get asked that all the time!!

Well�Satan�for better or worse�has come to be my nemesis, my crush, and my best friend. He always makes me laugh when I feel like crying. He always calls me at just the right moment. He shares his secrets with me. We conspire to take over the world together. He is the most engaging man I have ever fucking seen in my life. He has the voice of an avenging angel. His laugh is what you imagine Satan�s laugh of doom to be. Plus, he says the word �fuck� like no one else I know.

And he loves black chicks. Who would of thunk it?

In a room of drunken peons he is Bacchus, the god of wine and revelry, swerving and schmoozing and making the girls swoon.

Damn�I love him so�don�t ask me why.

If he were to ever write a song for me�I�d�I�d�I don�t know what I�d do but it would be big!! And I�d be his concubine forever�though�I must say I do believe that is already under lock and key.

So it�s Fat Tuesday, and today all day, Satan has been heavy on my mind because every time I hear �New Orleans� or �drunken malay� I smile and blow him kisses across the void, hoping he�s somewhere in Philly tying one on and thinking of me.

Ok�yeah�him thinking of me while he�s out drinking around a bunch of hot, drunk bitches is a bit much, but hey�a girl can dream right?

Love you, Satan.

See you soon.