preservatifs (preservatives) does not mean jam in french ( Read more... )

it's FINALLY sunny in paris. my freckles are even starting to come back. i feel much more myself now ( Read more... )

home again home again, jiggity jig.

i haven't gotten a hug since i left the US ( Read more... )

so i live in france now.

and it's fucking cold.
and i can go to the louvre whenever i want, because it's only three blocks away from my house.
and i can legally buy wine.

they weren't joking when they were obsessed with baguettes. shit's awesome.
pictures will be coming soon.

wahoo!

it's a beautiful thing, to have one's childhood home entirely to oneself ( Read more... )

when i move to paris, i'm going to be living with an archaeologist who writes books about boucher de perthes.

whoa.
remind me that i'm never allowed to complain about my life again.
because this is beyond ultra.

i have freckles inside my ears ( Read more... )

i have my house all to myself for three whole days!
this is unprecedented!
let's have weed-movie-dance-party-scrabble-wine-sleepovers! then let's skateboard in the house! and jump on the beds!
that was a lot of exclamation points!
call me if you want to have a picnic!
goodbye, i love you all!

officially back in BR for the summer.

i'm learning how to cook.