August 7, 2007
Panty Eaters, Car Accidents, Bullshit Dancers and Other Miserabilia
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My adopted dog Benny has been on a panty eating rampage these past few weeks because Terry insists on letting him roam around my room where I have laundry laying around. By the time I get back from anywhere, Benny has systematically chowed down on the area of the underwear that covers my golden pagoda of love. And mind you I have a SERIOUS and BEAUTIFUL collection of underwear!!!!! Had. Sigh.
My car got hit while it was parked in Humboldt Park last week. I'm scheduled to have it repaired tomorrow. Then today while driving down a strip mall, a car (not bothering to look behind him as he backs up his car from his parking spot), slams into my car. Yey!!! 2 accidents in 1 week! And no even better! The guy has some bullshit insurance company that is probably run out of someone's garage and the secretary, adjuster, janitor and president are all the same person. Yeah! Geico (my insurance company and a really awesome one), warned me that even though it was clearly the guy's fault, they're going to have to fight tooth and nail for me to ever see my money for the car repairs. Wow. I feel completely helpless because in both instances I had done NOTHING. I have had so much car trauma this year from so many different people it's unbelievable. Am I that bad of a person?
Had to say adieu to 2 male dancers in my show. Based on my experience male dancers are the bane of my existence, because they are so so sooo unreliable. Not really the trained ones...more those who tend to be called "street" dancers. No sense of time, place, responsibility or commitment. Every show I always have to throw one or two away, and then spend the next 2 weeks before the show stressing to find a replacement and have him learn 3 months worth of material. In my next show it will be ALL GIRLS dammit, and I will even do a in-between-the-legs-inspection just to be sure. Or no, even better...I'll have Benny smell their panties.
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