Ever get the feeling that you're swimming in a pool full of sharks?

Last night my new dance partner gave me tips on how to throw a decent punch. The probability of my getting into a fight has risen somewhat, over the last couple months.
Gotta be prepared.

I now know what a broken heart feels like. I have been X-ed out his life and I have NO IDEA WHY! I think that's the worst part of it: I can accept that people won't stick around in your life forever, but after you were on such a cool level with someone, they OWE you some kinda explanantion as to why they've banished you so totally...don't they???

Last night was the Jahbulani's Strictly Latin 2005 competition, and we weren't in it to defend our title. Well, I wasn't in it, anyway.
When I saw him walk out on to the floor with a number pinned to his back, and with HER of all people, I was crushed. Absolutely crushed.
He knew I wanted to compete! I feel like I've been stabbed in the back.
I thought I was doing a good job of keeping it together, but a couple tears did manage to spill over.

I tried so hard not to wish them ill, I even tried to be a good sport, and congratulated her on winning her category, but when she replied with a sullen "Yeah, whatever." I couldn't help but stare at her, willing her to burst into flames.

This one'll be a bit tougher to shake off.