Drunken rant

*Cringe*

So I wrote the last post after coming home from a night out. Could you tell? :P I think I'm improving on my stats though.
:: Number of drunken emails drafted up - 2
:: Number of drunken emails discarded - 2
:: Number of drunken texts sent out - 0
:: Number of drunken Photo Booth pix taken - 0
:: Number of drunken online purchases - 0
:: Number of drunken blog posts - 1

*Phew* It really could've been worse :P

Breakfast @ Tiffany's

As long as I can remember, Breakfast at Tiffany's is always shown on Valentine's Day. Hence I assumed it had to be the greatest romance story of the century. So this evening, 2 hours before heading out to Old Street for a prance, I watched it.

Great title. Sh*t movie :P

Truth be told, Audrey Hepburn is beautiful in it, as a gold-digger who keeps losing out on the gold. George Peppard is also beautiful, as a male gigolo who falls in love with her. I guess the moral of the story is, love conquers all when a gold-digger chooses a poor gigolo over money?!?

Fck that shit. Fck Valentine. Fck Hollywood for making me think I've been missing out on something all these years. Fck Neil Perry for serving me JOOK with KIMCHII at a AUD$300 Valentine's Day dinner a few years ago.

Tiffany's - "The quietness and the proud look of it, nothing bad could happen to me there... Didn't I tell you this was a lovely place?"

It's not that I don't believe in romance. Or meeting the right person. It's when I'm being force-fed shit that love is about Hollywood dreams coming true that I get pissed off.

You want true love? Watch Baz Lurhmann's Romeo+Juliet.

Surviving Valentine's Day. Would you pay 100 squids for a bunch of roses? Tell me how this has anything to do with love.

Creative personals

You'd never guess what paper I was reading this in. I couldn't help but burst out laughing when I read them :)
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Lesbian, 30, wants man's cock to play with. Also balls.

Have books destroyed your life too? Shy shallow anglophile, 34, seeks young woman to recreate timeless epic romance. Ability to ride camels, bribe border guards and write letters by whale-oil lamp a must.

This advert formally ends the period of my life I like to jokingly refer to as "the years I spent a lot of money on drugs" and begins the phase I hope will be known in the very near future as "the weekend I had sex with that guy".

My door is always open. Mostly because I live in a barn. Farm-dwelling survivalist and rural hedge enthusiast.

I refuse to let my sadomasochistic tendencies and love of koi define who I am, but if our relationship is to progress to any meaningful level then we will be spending an awful lot of time in the Japanese ornamental section of Worchester Homebase.

I installed a tachometer on this advert to measure swoons.

Sane, solvent, slim M seeks broody F.

If forced to commit, I'd say I feared geese more than ducks. Man, 47. Fears geese more than ducks.

Yesterday I was a disgusting spectacle in end-stage alcoholism with a gambling problem and not a hope in the world. Today I am the author of this magnificent life-altering statement of yearning and desire. You are a woman to 55 with plenty of cash and very little self-respect. My name is Bernard. Never call me Bernie.

Dear LRB, I have no money. Please run my advert for free. I want a woman who is 38. Let her know I'm really clever and good-looking. Thanks.
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I was in the London Review Bookshop cafe reading their own published paper, London Review of Books. Next time I need a personal ad written for me, I'm getting a bookworm to do it :P

The fun doesn't stop there!

Did you hear the one about the panda, rabbit and kitty with pink ears? :)

They had a pub lunch and then went wild in a park:

(How to make a snow angel - Bunny B style!)

Macro

I also went a little crazy with macro-mode yesterday :P

Happee Snow Day!!

Some of my fave shots from Regents Park yesterday:

Diskies and I made a snow-err-hermaphrodite :P