holy moly moly moly moly moly...have amanda and i got a story for you...feel the suspense (unlike tony, who cannot feel suspense). i gotta go to bed. i am frightened by the momentum with which this "weekend" has started.

i'd really like to make group portrait of the a-team dressed as super heroes...or at least in all black with spy gear in hand or something. maybe we can find another old couch in front of a wall of jasmine...

is there blueberry jam in the us? i mean im sure there's some somewhere, but it's pretty rare, right?

i've decided i'm going to eat miel pops and special k with red fruit with demi-écremé all next week before i leave. i'm so excited.

* old, sour women who look just like the painted whores in toulouse lautrec's paintings, posters and pastels

* the staircase in my apartment building thats smells like fresh earth

* a piping hot chocolate croissant taken out of the oven special just for me

i just got a "vous etes super elegante" from a guy in a car that drove past me in the on the way back to work from franprix. i hope he got as much out of it as i get from screaming "hey how much?" at the car window at people. man, i miss that.

Ok, so today I was looking through archives in the basement of the UNESCO building. They have moving shelves, but unlike the electronic ones at marston, they're people-powered. they have big wheels on them almost like the helm of a big pirate sailing ship. I saw photos of the craziest things, like a faux 1950's wedding they had in Bethlehem to ( Read more... )

it's monday, i'm at work, and i feel so drained. i'm pretty sure it's from poor diet and poor sleep all weekend long. i look forward to feeling sturdy and vigorous again someday.

is it possible to be in love with a grocery store? the monoprix next to where i work overwhelms me with a sense of rapture. i would do anything it asked me to just to remain by its side. this place has fresh red currants, single servings of rabbit meat and duck meat already packaged for sale, jars of things like citron confit de gingembre and ( Read more... )

i would really like to go out dancing, but alas my roomates have not the heart of a party animal like me. or a 28-hour body clock like me. so instead of going out like a 23-year old does on a saturday night, i'm bouncing around on the couch, a twitching mass of potential engery ( Read more... )