It was a while since I heard from my contractor, so I popped in to check on production and I couldn’t believe what I saw: my signature bubble skirt done in 5 different fabrics and 10 different colours that I didn’t choose. Not only that, but there were like 500 of them!

I freaked out and said I didn’t order them and wouldn’t pay for them. He said they weren’t for me, but for overseas markets. WTF! He stole my designs to sell! I told him that they were my ideas and he couldn’t sell them, but he said they were different and showed me a button instead of a snap and zipper instead of my hook and eye closures. As if that proved the point. He’s a total thief! I ran through his factory and took everything of mine that I could and left as soon as I could. If he thinks I’m going to pay him for his work, he’s insane.

When I got home, I called an old prof who told me that it’s tricky to prove design ideas so it would be hard to get money from him and that I shouldn’t bother going to court. Aaaaargh!

I couldn’t take it, so I grabbed Sandee and Elmo and we all went to the Cadillac Lounge for some good old rockabilly. It was fun until that crazy PitchBitch Vivian showed up and just sat down at our table with her group of 3 annoying neon-hipster friends who were all total clones of each other. She got really drunk and put her hand on Elmo’s knee, and I really wanted to ask her what she was doing, but Sandee whispered that she was this really influential PR girl, so I just shot her a really dirty look and gave Elmo a great big smooch. She got the point, but why would she do that again? Geez…what a day.