Thurs Aug 24, 2000 - 5:40pm

Master Stroke

Are you a snake or a Rat?

Well I used to believe that what goes around comes around - but reality ain't Hollywood. Its hell.

Its a little scary that those are the choices but lets face it nice guys/girls - if you 've ever met any - finish last. Oh cliché I hear you cry - but these phrases ARE clichés, for a reason. So what about Sue? - beyond bitter.. .beyond twisted...  Right there, in the fat-tattooed-red-neck stakes, turns- like a rat, on the rats. Hmmmmmm...but snakes eat rats don't they?

So who should have won? - That's not a rhetorical question, Rudy ( the peoples favorite), Jenna (the bleeding heart), Colleen (the babe...oh yeah)!

America loves a winner, that's why NBC, ABC, FOX and every other channel is highlighting "Survivor' like they didn't diss it when it was offered to THEM?  I had my money on Rudy - because he seemed to have pissed off less people than anyone else (you remember proportional representation do you not?), but in the end it was all about BILE and Rich played the game like a real gall bladder. His master stroke IMO (in my opinion), was to let go of the idol - sheer genius.  It goes like this.......

Three in the game; Rich , Kelly, Rudy. I have a deal with Rudy - If I screw him I'll lose his vote, and as he said "If I make a deal like this with someone and they screw me (paraphrase) I'll do something bad to 'em". But I cannot beat Rudy in a beauty contest because everybody hates a snake. So what do I do?
I release the pole and drop out!
Kelly (the rat) knows she can't beat Rudy either  - unless Rudy wins, he's gone (but I've still secured his vote). But if Kelly wins (and she did) she'd be a fool to run against Rudy - gone again.  So I stand down - Master Fucking stroke!

The wild card was Sean - clueless as always, he thinks "I'm a nice guy" (Dumas or DUMBASS?). You can always rely on a fool and Sean had made his credentials abundantly clear.

Rich, despicable - but a master of human interaction - with $1,000,00 to prove it.

Got to luv the Fat Naked Fag!!

Morpheus

(OK he's pretty good, now I'm worried!!)

You know what I've just realized that my chums in England don't get this program, so everything above is all very boring for them...sorry guys!!

Alright today, what happened, oh yeah myself and Sumiko went uptown to get her FINAL fitting for the dress and also to show me how to 'Bustle" the dress up when she needs to walk around and not have it trailing behind.  It got it, no problem, it will all go smoothly.  I think poor Sumiko is petrified that I'm going to get blazing drunk and fuck everything up....she has little faith, I'm good when I've got responsibilities, honest!! Ask anyone, well, not people in England or the East Side, but everyone else will tell you how good I am.

The theatre was actually pretty good today, an intern was leaving and there was lots of cake but I didn't feel that I should join the festivities due to the fact that I hardly know the girl...anyway I didn't like the look of the cake.

So the newsletter is all but done, minor a few little adjustments and no doubt more after our artistic director sees it...whatever, they'll have to deal with it themselves I'm afraid.  Precious did something very bizarre with her hair today, and not just temporary, oh no little madam couldn't wait could she, so she hammered her bang (fringe in England) and now she looks like a mad monk!!

Ty had a long pink T-shirt over her lovely lump today but unfortunately it had tan coloured coffee stains all over it which I couldn't help but notice that it looked similar to that of breast milk when leaked....not that it's EVER happened to me, but it did look like it...premature leakage people will say!!

I eventually managed to confirm our flights to Mexico for Christmas after I had lost the reference number AND airline number.  I was very nice and apologized on the phone but unfortunately the British Airways staff are rude, nasty, snotty (not sure why, as they're Americans) wankers that have absolutely no sense of sympathy when dealing with a stupid northern girl who forgot EVERYTHING.  I eventually rang American Airlines (they're associated with B.A. for air mileage) and got this fabulous gay guy who just needed my name and .....shazam, it was all done and dusted.  If you out there AA man, I LOVE YOU FOREVER!!

So all I have to do now is send a cheque (maxed out my credit card again!!) for around $90 which is airport tax etc. and we're all set.  Of course we still have to find somewhere to stay which my adorable Sicilian friend is supposed to be organizing, but I'm not worried, it will work itself out.......

So can you believe that I have been unable (due to pure laziness and beach rest) to drag my fat arse up to the gym.  I haven't been for exactly one week which is diabolical for me.  However tonight we're off to Bar Pitti with Bridget (freelance fabulous writer) and her hubby Ed (Editor of FHM, very important person) so I will probably get a bit tipsy and then not go tomorrow either...god how pathetic.  Even the BITCH is running every day and she's a chain smoker, not quite sure where she gets her discipline from but I'm very impressed by it.
So Cricket has just called to invite me and Morpheus to Velvet Lounge in Soho tonight for her friend Anne's birthday bash...see what happens!!  So now not only is it dinner but a party afterwards as well.  Doesn't look like my sweats are going to get much use tomorrow after all............

I'll let you have the gossip tomorrow....adios amigos