Aaaaaargh!

My ex-dance-partner is SUCH a dance snob!! He thinks he is SO perfect! He absolutely reFUSES to dance with anyone he thinks is "beneath" him and now he's latched onto the pretty, young, hippy thing in the beginners class! As if his pathetic crush isn't comPLETELY obvious! Poor girl doesn't know what she's in for.
And whenever he makes those stupid, insensitive comments, I just can't seem to let it slide! I just can't ignore him and move on....something about him just brings out the bitch in me. Whenever he opens his mouth my wicked Part B whispers,
"Daana, you have GOT to knock this pompous bastard down a peg or two!" It's almost like I consider it my personal duty to prove to him that he's an idiot.
One-a these days I'm not gonna be able to control myself, and I'll be forced to tell him about his B.O. in the loudest, most tactless manner possible.

C.O.T.
I don't know how to say this....so I'm just gonna say it.
The beautiful young man is back in my life. In my cyber life anyhow.
(I can almost hear a chorus of "Oh nooooooooo's")
Yeah, and he's tryin' to mess with my head again, from afar this time (as a certain Prodigal Blogger said he would). But y'know what? I am NOT defenseless! Maybe I'll take the advice of De Lanster and work a little head-messing of my own.

I feel like an idiot already...but hey, let the games begin.

I have been neglecting my blogsite...all because of that nasty, stinking, uncooperative computer in the office.
Schuuupes. But y'know what? I will try to rise above this minor obstacle and do what I know deep in my heart that I must do...blog anyway.

C.O.T.
My grandfather bought a slightly used luxery car...and is going around telling people, in all seriousness, that God wanted him to have this new car.
I find this train of thought ridiculous at best, and downright offensive at worst. I mean "God" just finished wiping out the entire island of Grenada, but wanted him to have a new car? When the old one was still working perfectly too??? Oh yeah, that makes sense. Y'know,I don't think he hears himself when he speaks, but there's just no arguing with old people.

C.O.T.
Well, our dance instructor made the formal announcement to the line dance team that I , Daanz, am to be the official "movement coach" for a section of a line dance routine! Gotta say...I feel kinda fussy.
And at the same time...a little worried...

Will the others like my suggestions?
Can I overcome my reluctance to boss people around?
Will the clumsier team members be able to master the moves I suggest?
And more importantly...will the whole thing look good???