Forever Mrs. Robinson

Anne Bancroft has past away, I cannot believe it.

She was THE mother to Harvey Fierstein, and RDJ, and she was THE only American Jeanne Moreau, with class and sexy all over her.

I will never forget the 65th Academy Award when she and Dustin Hoffman did the presentation, they looked so cute, and above all that THE GRADUATE business. (And people always will remember her as Mrs Robinson.)

So, here's to you, Mrs Brooks, Jesus (if he's there) will kiss your foot for your great work, and for these killer legs. You are my definite figure of gracefully maturing human being. I will miss you more than you will know, wow, wow, wow.

Rob Told Me

that I sure know how to pick 'em. More than once, in fact. After last night, I must agree with him more than ever. HOW DO I DO THAT???

Date

We've set the date. It's 23rd. If any1 wants to send us the gifts, please feel free to do so !x!x!x! We could use some Botanic Garden chinas, except for the butter tray. (Oh, me and my expensive bloody taste...)

Tried About 4 Times to Have a Break

I hate that roundabout near Oracle. I went through that like 3 or 4 times before I ended up in Caversham, decided to take a country lane instead of A329 to Oxford.

These roundabouts are SO scary, because; They don't have clear signs to say where to turn; Everyone goes SO fast; and once you get into a wrong way, you are in the middle of scary Reading one-way system, and takes forever to get back to give another try.

Anyway, so we spent about half an hour before giving up, and hitting the country lane, which turned out to be so beautiful. Then we came alongside the Thames with pretty villages, where the river was shining in nice end-of-May sun.

We went to Oxfordshire for some ancient trekking, which was really quite rough on my Triumph because we got lost so many times and had to turn around in the oddest places, and as a result my exhaust fell off. The return journey was deafeningly noisy one.

But all in all it turned out to be such a nice break. White Horse on the hill side, made out of chalk was just so pretty. We sat in its head and watched a brown sheepdog run around two ladies with daisy chains on their heads.

Even the 99p cheese burger from the garage was divine after nice walks.

So It Was Not Just Me Then....Drink Some More, Son

My crush tells me that that bitch whale actually did make a pass, after he declared to her that he is with someone.

I am not usually good at spotting things between two lovebirds, but, this time I was right and wasn't even being paranoia. Ohh, well.

My proud trick/hobby/advantage is to entertain my guests REAL well, by opening up my precious mini-bar and mix these bottles in nice combinations, using the HUGO BOSS shaker and the double ended measuring cup. I can come up with so many cocktail recipes after another, using some booze I never even drink.

Once I mixed this drink and brought it over to a garden party. Everyone had one small cupful each, and that was the end of it. People lost their will to speak, and even stopped passing their joints, coz they didn't have the needs for them any more, ha! It was my good that the drink was so SMOOTH, made it easier for them to finish it in almost one go. ...After people recovered I asked them to name this blue coloured cocktail, and it was decided to be called; SKY IS THE LIMIT. I wanted to call it, however, Lucy in The Sky (with diamond.)

So, last night I successfully drowned my crush with these nice ones. Oh, my, that man sure can drink. Yet, he passed out the minute he hit the pillow. That's the way I like my guest to sleep.

That Whale on the Beach

HONEY's new guy's sis definitely fancies my crush. I am PISSED OFF and scared. If her bro could steal HONEY away from BEE, am sure his sis could do the same to me. I don't think I can physically take her, either, she is like 2 stones (4 sizes) bigger than me.

What a Fucking Phony... Deal with It.

So HONEY breaks up with BEE and hooks up with another guy within a few days, bringing him back to the house where BEE lives.

BEE was living in a room with HONEY so now he moves into a communal room and sleeps on a sofa.

I have been in the house day after day, watching him suffer, like his heart is bleeding and just opening up the wound by itself, minute by minute, as HONEY goes off to see a new guy and don't come home.

It all happened in past couple of weeks. I have a body which gets depression like it's a infection. I was doing everything to make sure neither of us gets dragged down by his depression.

I even started attacking my crush by saying
"ALL men sucks and ALL women fake."
He didn't speak to me for a while after that.

Last night HONEY brings the guy home and he spends a night with her in her room, WITH his sister, for some weird reason. BEE was totally low, while everyone else was talking to the newbies, like they have been best of friends for years. I stayed around till I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, so BEE wouldn't feel suicidal by being on his own. 

Today I go around there, HONEY's new guy and his sister are still there. The sister was lying on BEE's spare sofa like a humpback whale, baring the supersized stomach and uncontrollably spreading equally supersized thighs below cropped superwide pants. She was so charming in person and SO charming in her manner, I was terrified to watch her for more than 5 sec.

HONEY's new guy is actually super good looking, but he couldn't even speak straight as he was completely stoned as far as I have seen him.

I didn't know why they were still there since HONEY was long gone. Even more confusingly, BEE was in high spirit and talking in the friendliest manner to the newbies.

Probably to lift everyone's spirit to even higher level, they were all passing skinned up big ones, a few at a time between 5 people, and this is supposed to be a night before their big exam (starting 9am.)

I don't touch dope, and I am extremely uncomfy around heavily stoned people. So was naturally quieted down as they started giggling more frequently than ever.

Then more joints were passed around, and HONEY, who was at work, comes home. BEE is fine, everyone is acting normal, I am all confused.

Now everyone is smoking, and my crush is writing down half a page of revision memo a 2 hrs. He has the exam in 10 hrs and he only has 2 pages of materials to read and revise.

They then put a Futurama on, which is all very well, except they had to put on the ones I was forced to watch (by democracy) so many time, of which last round took place only 2 days ago.

My mind began looking for an excuse to leave.

Then D opens his mouth to the newbie,
"Do you eat mushroom?"
Newbie says that he can't swallow them due to its texture. My crush started, big time, on good recipes...

I stood up and grabbed my jacket with a big tired smile and said,
"I'm outy! Byeeee!!"

Can't deal with this fucked up commune things, and adolescent lurrrve shit that gets recycled and starts all over within a couple days. I bleed and I get depressed for mates, and I hate sluts. I don't do dope and I think shrooms are sorta A class. I am pleasant and am good at faking.... OH, I am so gonna get dumped. Am tired and can't sleep. Forget it.