I like it where I am. I get treated very well. Being a pseudo celebrity, I have 2 big burly bodyguards who wisk me from my room to the private dining hall for each and every meal. Between me, you and the thorazine I think the food could use a little creativity, not to mention their obsession with plastic. Plastic everything from the sporks to the cups. Anyway, me and all the other residents (based on conversations I've had with them some are doctors, astronauts, kings and there's even one older gentleman who swears he's Abraham Lincoln) make our daily pilgrimage to this private garden called the Fountain of Tranqulity where we talk about...ourselves! And the concierge who runs this little get together just lets us ramble and on. Love it! Well, after dinner I usually retire to my place. It's small, only a bedroom really, no television because frankly I don't want to see myself on those gossip shows anyway. But I've got to tell you, the decorating is atrocious. You can tell they hired some uber rich Euro-trash designer to do the rooms. Well let me tell you, he's got this thing for rubber. Ridiculous. Walls, ceilings and floors. It's enogh to drive you completely crazy.
Anyway, that's my life. Please don't post me and ask if they have a vacancy. It's very exclusive and very expensive. That's all for me. Time for my complimentary cocktail. I don't know what they put in these things but they absolutely knock me out.
Anyway, that's my life. Please don't post me and ask if they have a vacancy. It's very exclusive and very expensive. That's all for me. Time for my complimentary cocktail. I don't know what they put in these things but they absolutely knock me out.