on normandy beach, there's a restaurant called 6 juin 1944. normandy is an awful place now.

the bitter nasal drip. the euphoria. here are all my friends again. here are all my friends tonight. we all fall into sequence tonight like the last night like the next night like endless night. always the same. everyone here is my friend. the world spins when i close my eyes and smiles with me when i open them. i'm dancing in the kitchen and ( Read more... )

so i have been offered the job, to live in paris for the year working as an au pair. i'm really torn about whether or not to do this.

riding the gilded juggernaut of jazz and gin to paris

this volcano business is really slowing my roll

so i might be au pairing in paris for the year

the best moments - the dream-bright slant of the late morning sun; the aquatic twilight against the old stone bridges and blurred, golden lamps; the swell of the old-time trumpets - are the ones which remove you entirely from the cheap plastic ugliness of the modern world ( Read more... )

what your favourite author says about you

hahahaha.

apologies for dramatics; exams tend to make me hysterical.

leaving for paris for a month immediately after my last exam, staying with a friend who lives on the rue st germain. i can't wait.

surely by third year i should not be using freetranslation.com for my essays?