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[dragonlady7]

Dave is a lovely boy but he sheds in my bed.
He doesn't even sleep in my bed. I sleep in my bed.
But he comes and sits in my bed while I'm at my desk, and he pulls on his hair while he's thinking, and I come later to go to sleep and I'm entrapped in little strands that I realize belatedly are not my own and are not attached. Eeep!
Last time I date a blonde with long hair... but he's so cuuuuute.

In other news, in a nod to this being a blog after all so I have to write about other bloggers, Dooce of Dooce.com is about to have her baby. I have to say she's inspiring-- she writes entertainingly, even when she's complaining about morning sickness. I have actually been moved both to laughter and to tears by her, repeatedly throughout the time I've read the blog. So. I wish her luck. There's a curious intimacy that comes from reading a weblog, and I'm sure she's the recipient of a lot of it-- you know all these intimate details about her current life, and so you feel like a confidante, but of course you're nothing but an IP address to her. So... It's bizarre and one-sided, and I'm not going any deeper into it just now.