Oct 02, 2006 02:08
Nothing like Mrs. Robinson to make you start digging your own grave. You like the free treats, only you crave for something more. Something to work hard for.
Then you start realizing that you prefer her daughter's warmth juxtaposed to her cold indifference.
You start to defy her, starting from virtually nothing other than a foothold of a chance, to defeat all sorts of odds stacked up on you.
(Yeah, I'll take up that huge cross and swing it around to clear my way.)
This includes the bout with the sudden taste for cigarettes and the alcohol.
(On a side note, OMG Thank you Deng!)