Unnecessary drama, Part III

So if things weren't bad enough, The Dreadful Bear calls me.

"Wow", she says, "This is going to be pretty bad, huh?"

I was apprehensive, since I had just given her phone number to yet another collection agency today - she has a bad habit of using me as a credit reference without my permission. As if we were friends or something.

I give them her current phone number in exchange for leaving me alone. They're still calling, and she's not in jail yet. Damn.

"What do you mean?", I asked.

"The Michael Jackson thing - this is going to be bad, isn't it?"

"What do you mean?", I repeated. It pays to be cautious with the Bear.

"This is going to be all over the news for WEEKS!"

"well, yes, I'm afraid so..." I was looking for an angle to get off the phone at this point.

"There was this lawyer on Nancy Grace, and he was saying..."

"Stop right there. There is nothing on Nancy Grace that I need to hear about."

"I know you hate her..."

"I don't hate her. She's a liar. Everything on her show is a lie," I said.

The Bear tried to walk it back, since she clearly needed someone to talk to. "But it wasn't her, this lawyer was calling in, and..."

"Let me be clear here - anything that anybody says on Nancy Grace's show is either a lie, or will be proven wrong within 48 hours. Anything else?"

"Uh, no..."

"I have things to do - good night."
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Most Dramatic Dress Ever

From D-Listed (the folks post and comment there are a might rough on celebrities, so be warned):



Victoria Beckham.

Yes, she's skinny, and not to my taste at all(yeah, right), and yes, she's just famous for being famous these days, I know, I know, but...OMG - this is just the MOST DRAMATIC DRESS EVER!

I squeed. I couldn't help myself.

Unnecessary drama, Part II

Unnecessary drama, Part I

Since some of you asked:

Turns out that my last conversation with the Dreadful Bear was just about the last one for the year.

I got a call from her the day before Christmas asking for some tech support on a "friend's" computer. Caller ID said that she was calling for a different phone...

"So," I asked, "who's this 'Harry Thorne' whose phone you're using?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing, nobody..."

Turns out that 'Harry' was the guy who came to pick her up from her aunt's house the day before. She hasn't been seen or heard from since then.

I suspect we will hear from her soon since her uncle is petitioning our state to have child support for the Little Empress turned over to him, and to have the DB sued for over a year of back child support.

This will be fun, he said, grimly.