i hate to admit it, but i love military surplus.

[nakedincorners]

C'est vrais. I love military surplus. especially european military surplus. i went out to the market today and found a green shirt for £1, a french canvas and leather tote for £10, and one pair of soviet riding goggles for £11

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[2good4lj]

i spent a glorious week in nice a few summers ago. met a crazy, snaggle-toothed woman who ran a restaurant next to the hostel we were going to stay in, who we called the pink lady because her entire restaurant and wardrobe was monochromatic pastel pink. she owned a bunch of delightful [if a bit roach infested] apartments above her restaurant that she rented to us at a better rate. cohabited with some seriously crazy folks that week, cruised the the cannes film festival, lost my passport in montecarlo (which launched a four-country missing persons search that the TU language department still talks about), met some guys at the topless pebble beaches (way better on paper than in real life - take a thick towel) who took us clubbing and subsequently ditched us. truly unforgettable.

congrats on all the new purchases. have a fucking blast in france.

holy shit i'm going to be in london in 10 days.

[nakedincorners]

holy shit. i'm leaving london in 18 days.

[2good4lj]

i just know you want to spend one of those days keeping me company during my 7-hour layover at gatwick.

dontcha?

[nakedincorners]

oh man. what day?

[guessthejess]

if you see this before you leave, enjoy the fuck out of nice.

oh, and the search is on.

[guessthejess]

and by nice, i mean menton and claremont-ferrand.

[nakedincorners]

accomplished. and how.

[nakedincorners]

see, honestly, that picture sort of confuses me.

[wynderful_life]

fella. where did you go. get on that and get back to me with the information. STAT.

[nakedincorners]

just call me already. my cell # here is +44 (0)7833384755. call during work hours. I'll call it diorama duties. or something of that nature.