I've been busy... working too much. I went salsa dancing with friends this weekend. Women love to dance but men don't enjoy it as much. My friend from India dances like Elaine from Seinfeld... but at least she tried. Her Swedish boyfriend tried also but men don't move their hips like women... if he did I would be worried. Not that there's anything wrong with being gay. I have a dancer friend who moves gayish, or feminish, but he's not gay... I found it very strange. So, I got gum stuck on my hair while I danced. I like to chew gum at the club cause my breath gets stinky after dancing. Anyways, I went to the bathroom and ripped the gum off along with my hair... no worries, I have curly hair so you can't tell. I danced so much my hair was soaking wet from sweating... at least my hair didn't stink like cigarettes after I left the club.

I went to the theatre and watched Slumdog Millionaire on my day off. I was the only person under 80 in the theater… well, besides the kid behind the concession. Old people move very slow… I almost fell asleep walking behind one. The movie was ok… I don’t understand why these Bollywood movies must always have singing and dancing. What if other movies did this? Like The Godfather…. or Schindler’s List.

So my doctor suggested a colleague of hers that's a gyno. I call to make appointment and the lady tells me the doctor is retiring but a male Dr. is taking over her practice. I make an appointment but when I hang up I realized I don't want a male gyno. I want someone that has a taco like me. I can barely get a man to find my taco... I’m suppose to trust this guy. I once hit my brothers balls with a broom stick and he said the pain was excruciating, but I will never know what that feels like cause I don't have balls or sausage... so, can this guy understand my taco? Or women for that matter? Gynos should be left to women... why would a man choose to be a gyno anyway... what a perv.