I’ve never been one to profess or proclaim undying “fandom” for any celebrity living or dead. But, I am here to say that I am officially a freak and have went off the reservation.

I have a certain infatuation with a certain bassist from a very notorious over-the-top rock band. The lucky “stalkee” is none other than Nikki Sixx . So in recent days I have made a special purchase. The purchase was the Heroine Diaries -by Nikki Sixx. Hardly summer reading, I was thankful the clerk at the bookstore didn’t look at me like a disease when I inquired of the book. The book is a collection of journal entries he kept while he was all smacked out on drugs for a year and a half, hence the title the Heroine Diaries. This book is just over 400 pages and I have never in my life blown through a book so quickly. The book is dark and raunchy and it doesn’t make me swoon any less for Mr. Sixx.

I am so involved at this very moment that I have dreamed of Nikki Sixx for the past four nights.The dreams are not hot or sexy – they are just dreams. And, if it isn’t bad enough that he is “taken” at the moment, his current girlfriend appeared in our dream last night and I was helping her shop for handbags. Two of my greatest loves – handbags and Nikki – tarnished at one time. The only thing worse than this dream would be meeting him on the street and not having on any lipstick, not wearing my “wonder bra” or being caught listening to Winger and not Sixx A.M. Into my descent of psycho-star stalker status, I realize I am one black eye liner pencil from putting his posters over my bed. For an extra helping of fan frenzy I bought The Dirt, the story of Motley Crue. I can only surmise this is not a healthy hobby. Fun and good nutrition for my stalker status, maybe. Until Nikki comes knocking, I’ll just keep dreaming, listening & reading. Knowledge is power, right?