yay!
/sarcasm

my baby's in mem.phis now, leaving me all alone. he'll only be gone til tomorrow afternoon, so i'll try not to whine too much. i think this will be good for him, though....or at least i'm hoping he and his parents come to some sort of understanding and all this shit will be over. i hate seeing him so down and conflicted.

after he left this afternoon, i drove out to amy's to help her pick out what to wear on her date tonight, and then we spent the day at the spa. manis, pedis, facials, massages, the works! there's nothing like a day of pampering to put a little pep in your step. after that, we went to the mall to find some cute earrings for her to wear.

i have no earthly idea why, but she wanted to try claire's [that entire establishment should be shot and burned to the ground] and a couple of department stores. every pair she picked out, i said was ugly, but only because i didn't want her to wear cheap jewelry. it's fine with plastics, but not with metals and stones. so, i dragged her to tiffany's where we had a "pretty woman" moment. i told that girl to get rid of those nasty ass cowboy boots. they are right up there on my shit list with the birkenstocks. it really wasn't her fault though; that mall is just filled with snobby, middle-aged cunts who think their shit don't stink.

i knew A couldn't afford anything in there but i figured a fabulous pair of earrings and matching necklace is the least i can do considering all that she's done me. then, one of those snooty, Jackie O. wannabes comes up "can i help you ladies with something?" all bitter-like. *eye roll*
A pointed out the sets she wanted to try on and the wench pulled them out begrudgingly. i wanted to smack her in the face with my fedora, but i didn't. see, i *do* i have some self-control.

every time A put on a piece of jewelry, the bitch would say the price in such a tone to imply we couldn't possibly afford any of it. that's when i'd had it. but instead of cussing her out like she deserved to be, i waited until we were ready to check out and asked for the store manager. i wanted that wench to see my black card first, and then tell her boss how insulting she was and to be sure the hag didn't get any commission for the sale. i could cuss her out all day and night but i wanted to fuck with her money instead.

and Amy's lucky i like her. i spent a lot of money on her and i'm not even tapping that. i must be nicer than i'm willing to admit.


i was thinking about having a sleepover with some of my gays, but i think i'm gonna tough it out and spend the rest of the night home alone. i guess i could throw the ball around for the dog. maybe order some takeout and watch a movie........by myself. ugh.

i miss my hunny.

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