There's a theater that I could even walk to (it's a few blocks away so it would take about half an hour - money of course is another issue) where they show the Rocky Horror Picture Show once a month. We have lived here nearly two years and have still not gone! It makes this bear a little blue.
It's okay, though, because it's my 21st BEARTHDAY! They messed up my cake but I guess it being free makes it sort of okay. By tomorrow it will just be broken down into glucose so it's no biggie, right?
Hopefully next month I will get to go to the RHPS.
I miss Gordon. It's so lonely up here in Washington Heights. Granted, there are the Starbucks bears, and I hear there is one more on the way, but still. I love the Gordon the best. He's my best friend ever.
I like watching television with him, like Felicity or Will and Grace.
Some of his songs are, ahm, out there, but hey, he loves me too. Gee bee!
I heard that Lizzie Lou is sad. That's not good! I don't like it when she is sad. But I guess I don't like it when anyone is sad. GEE BEE. I should rub noses with her or giver her kissees on the cheek. Then she would not feel so sad or meek. Well, at least I don't have a beak. And, fortunately, I do not reek.