so, i realize that i haven't been at rehearsal in a while--a few months even--but that doesn't mean that some little chippy can strut on in and take my spot. there is a pecking order here and you, my dear, are at the bottom.
so, while you seem to think that i was sitting in "your seat," it appears that you are sadly misinformed. it is mine, all mine. so don't sit and glare at me because frankly, i don't give a damn.
and don't...seriously don't...ask me if i want to be invited out with your little group because sweetie, they are really my little group and will kick your ass out in a second. you are a replacement. a scab.
move on.
sheesh. what do i have to do? pee in the corners?
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