phooey to the hair-dood

Haircut with the dood - um, don't like the cut. (i told him i was trying to grow it back out long and just wanted a trim. . . obviously, he didn't know what 'trim' meant)

And I think he's gay. He didn't have too much to say. . . maybe I smelled or something??? Ha.

I want Shamus to come home from Boston already. Even though he's a dog. Okay, he can stay in Boston. It'd be much easier on me.

I can't stand it. I don't talk about much of MY personal, or romantic life on here because, well, it's personal. But, for some reason, Shamus completely mesmerizes me. I try SO hard to play hard-to-get with him, but he keeps drawing me in. And he's a jerk! Yeah, he bought me clothes for Christmas. Expensive clothes at that. But, I think if a guy really liked me, he'd want to spend time with me. Or want to do stuff with me. Not Shay. Only when it's convienient for him. I really DO NOT need to be involved with anyone right now - but the way he and I met, and our similarities are just uncanny! Scary almost.

Yeah, well screw him. No more entries regarding Shamus. I stand my ground as a person & as a woman. I deserve to be treated with utmost respect. And I will not settle. Ever.

I just had to write that shit out to get it off my chest. I have a big heart. . . sometimes too big. :-(