it's gitin hot in herre
so took off all my cloosse

just kidding, but i did wear this turtleneck sweater all day today and it is so hot, i wanted to take my clooosee off...then we bought three tickets to nice "we are leaving at 6:40. oui c'est tres tot. U have no choice..." it will be fantastic. karlsberg is the strongest beer. hogarden is the most fragrant.

now in the bright and airy multimedia lounge which is free, free, free! and about to leave since sage is waitin' on me and have lots of errands to run. but again a brioche aux pepites chocolat day (will i never ever resist?) been having vivid dreams from the very beginning. one a few days ago, after our little ladiez night, about getting into a car with a drunk driver...and then yesterday something completely different (poke). and in waking life there are french guys who can't take a hint. and late barefoot nights. and today i woke up just in time (5h40!!) to write my paper on language and symbolic power because i heard my phone beeping with a message from kristen. and record stores...ocean colour scene and badly drawn boy which fits in with this 'about a boy' 'l'éducation d'une fée' theme which is going on. and i'm still in france!

quickly running out of credits at the uberghetto cybercafe but just to note that a complete stranger tipped a glass of champagne down my throat yesterday as we were leaving the 'ayers rock cafe'. too bad i didn't learn to open my throat in the few hours precedent. not smoking, not shopping, wishing that everyone were telepathic. but maybe all of those things and soon. even when i thought i picked really good clothes to wear, nothing fits. why? brioche aux pepites chocolat?