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Nature abhors a vacuum and so do I. But domesticity is a rite of passage we endure when we're suitably fuelled. This past week, we were fuelled by illicit means, but J and I cleaned the entire house and managed not to break anything worth more than ten dollars. It's a new record for us. We laughed so hard at inane shit that both of us snorted ( Read more... )

This is not the journal of the real Vanessa Paradis. That's probably obvious.


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