i am currently listening to 'these boots are made for walkin" on the radio. i have not left the european continent. random.
i am going to be a bunny for halloween. now, if i was in madison, 'bunny' would have 'sexy' or 'playboy' in front of it. but this is france. they keep it classy. i dont exactly think my boss would approve of me hopping (hehe, like the pun?) into work with a corset and thigh-highs on. hey, id have ears and a tail on, too. and shoes. i took the metro to hotel de ville during my lunch to visit a party store (probably the only one in paris). i wanted to be a black pussycat, but after finding shitty cardboard ears for eight euros, i opted for the nine euro bunny set (come on, i get a tail, too, that's a deal). so i will be a black bunny with white ears. and hot pink nails.
i left work a bit early today and got to see the sun just about to set. and then i got on the metro and by the time i was home, it was already down.
no work for me this thursday. it is all saints day. i do not plan on getting too tipsy tomorrow night for halloween, but it will be sooooooo nice to sleep in! i must say, though, it really is a good thing that it is a french holiday and that most stores will be closed. cuz i can start using my carte bleue again on thurs...
c'est tout. i am so looking forward to my evening. i actually have a couple hours before i have to go to sleep!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
oh fyi
i went out for espresso and a crepe with a new friend tonight. we met at concorde and i insisted that we go back to tuileries to find the shoe. she had seen it and knew where it was. but when we got there, it was gone. i must have just missed it. son of a bitch!
karen millen? you just may have to do.
oh, and i went back to my favorite crepe place on rue oberkampf - i had gone last week, but the cute young son who works there was not there that day. we had some mad flirty eyes going on. he remembered me! and damn, that crepe was fantastic.
karen millen? you just may have to do.
oh, and i went back to my favorite crepe place on rue oberkampf - i had gone last week, but the cute young son who works there was not there that day. we had some mad flirty eyes going on. he remembered me! and damn, that crepe was fantastic.
pulpeuse? oh the play on words...
the french word 'pulpeuse' literally is translated to mean 'pulpy' or 'fleshy.' orangina is an orange soda that has pulp in it. so, it is only natural to describe orangina as being pulpeuse. BUT the figurative sense of the word means 'luscious,' as in 'sex appeal.' i would not generally describe orangina as being luscious and sexy. but this is france. and in france, everything can be made 'pulpeuse.' including orangina. i have seen the following ads up in the metro for the past week or so. they are rather provacative for such a docile soda. this soda is kid-friendly. lusciousness is not kid friendly. check out these ads...i have provided translations for the vandalism.
"sexy? invasion of the ugliness."
"sexualizes the product. marketing is sinful." (i can't make out the word by the doe's butt. also please note the penis that is coming out of the orangina bottle. clever.)
"you accept this? vulgar!"
"naturally ugly" (in reference to the "naturally luscious")
"macho. naturally ugly!" (again, in reference to "naturally luscious")
i was actually prett excited when i saw the vandalism of these posters this morning as i walked through the republique metro station. i didn't know the figurative meaning of pulpeuse until i looked it up just now. and now i really understand the potential hate for these ads. they are racy. the brand is definitely being sexualized. what does a sexy deer in lingerie and hot shoes (not gonna lie, i was inspired to look for shoes like the deer) have to do with a pulpy orange carbonated drink? nothing. except the fact that some clever advertisers were able to play on the word 'pulpeuse' and make something innocent be naughty. i like the ads. i think they're fun. not exactly child friendly. but hell, isn't everything being sexualized these days? it was only a matter of time before it got to orangina.
"sexy? invasion of the ugliness."
"sexualizes the product. marketing is sinful." (i can't make out the word by the doe's butt. also please note the penis that is coming out of the orangina bottle. clever.)
"you accept this? vulgar!"
"naturally ugly" (in reference to the "naturally luscious")
"macho. naturally ugly!" (again, in reference to "naturally luscious")
i was actually prett excited when i saw the vandalism of these posters this morning as i walked through the republique metro station. i didn't know the figurative meaning of pulpeuse until i looked it up just now. and now i really understand the potential hate for these ads. they are racy. the brand is definitely being sexualized. what does a sexy deer in lingerie and hot shoes (not gonna lie, i was inspired to look for shoes like the deer) have to do with a pulpy orange carbonated drink? nothing. except the fact that some clever advertisers were able to play on the word 'pulpeuse' and make something innocent be naughty. i like the ads. i think they're fun. not exactly child friendly. but hell, isn't everything being sexualized these days? it was only a matter of time before it got to orangina.
before we get to orangina scandulousness, how about some fake fendis?
i would like to preface this post by apologizing to all of my friends who have and love their fake louis vuittons, pradas, fendis, diors, etc. i apologize in advance because i hate counterfeit shit. hate hate hate it. now, this is not to say that you should not use these goods - that is your choice. but i would like to say that if you are going to buy fakes, buy good fakes. fakes that look fake are just fake. with a good fake, you might be able to pass it off as a real one, to the naked eye, of course. but if you wear a fake bag with sweats and greasy hair, its just obvious that it is fake. sorry, i am a bitch when it comes to this stuff.
i either read or heard it somewhere that real louis vuitton bags will never have the logo sewed into a seam. in the three weeks that i have been in paris, i believe that i have seen what i have determined to be real LV bags. real bags look real - the leather is soft and supple looking, almost a bit more worn in than the stiff, plastic fakes (really, what are the fakes made out of? it can't be real leather. again, im a bitch.) i constantly see fake louis bags on the street, in the metro, hanging up in an asian discount store on my block. they are everywhere. do the gypsies i see on the street begging for money really think that they look chic with their big fucking dior scarves wrapped around their necks, fake fendis in tow? it reminds me of a part of the book, 'freakonomics,' where this economist is at a stoplight and sees a man begging for change...he notices that the beggar has headphones that are nicer than he, himself, had ever had. either the beggar was a good thief, got some fake headphones, or is a beggar by day, pimp by night. anyway, my point is, the gypsies shouldn't wear this fake shit to make themselves look rich, cuz they'll get less money. (not that i would imagine they make a real killing with their pseudo-designer goods) wearing fake designer goods while begging for money just seems a bit paradoxical.
now i will get into the ethics of the counterfeit industry. yes, i will agree that paying even $200 for a bag is expensive (i haven't gone that far...yet...it's gotten close), but these luxury brands reach into the thousands for their beautiful bags, shoes, and scarves. these goods are luxury and they are placed at such a high price point because there is a life standard that users of these goods have...they are fucking loaded. they are chic, wealthy, glamorous, or they are just gold-diggers. im not saying that if you are poor, you should not have a pretty bag - but at least make your pretty bag be real, and not some chintzy knock-off. the ethics of this whole deal is that the reason these goods cost so much is advertising. it is certainly not the actual cost of materials, labor, or transportation of goods. hell no. it is the millions of dollars that go into producing beautiful, artsy, scandulous, ridiculous, creative images that go up on billboards and television commercials, and that fill up the glossy pages of conde nast publications. when you buy a fake, your vendor's advertising has already been done and he hasn't contributed one cent to it. now, i am not saying that LVMH (moet hennessy louis vuitton - luxury goods conglomerate - most of your luxury goods (and a lot of booze and champagne - moet et chandon, dom perignon) are controlled under LVMH) is hurting for money and that we all need to run out, buy a $6,000 bag, and begin to feel all warm and fuzzy for supporting our pals over at LVMH. BUT, it just does not seem moral to buy fakes. its like that satc episode where the girls travel out to la and samantha buys a fake fendi, and then she drags carrie down to the valley to buy more (and hell, even then the guy still wants $1,000 for three fakes - i dont care how good they are, fakes should cost about twenty bucks, max), and after carrie looks at them, she just says no, that she would know that they were fake. when you see a bunch of cheap bags in plastic bags in a trunk of some shitty old caddie, they just look cheap. and fake. you may be able to pull of a fake to the outside world, but you will never be able to convince yourself that it is real.
now that i have lost all friends who carry fake bags, i will end my tirade about the fake goods industry.
oh wait, please please please for the love of god do not buy a fucking versace t-shirt. this is a dead give-away. the house of versace does not mass-produce t-shirts. if you do buy one, please put a sweatshirt or something over it if you come visit me. or i will purposely dump a bottle of bright red nail polish on it.
that's all...
i either read or heard it somewhere that real louis vuitton bags will never have the logo sewed into a seam. in the three weeks that i have been in paris, i believe that i have seen what i have determined to be real LV bags. real bags look real - the leather is soft and supple looking, almost a bit more worn in than the stiff, plastic fakes (really, what are the fakes made out of? it can't be real leather. again, im a bitch.) i constantly see fake louis bags on the street, in the metro, hanging up in an asian discount store on my block. they are everywhere. do the gypsies i see on the street begging for money really think that they look chic with their big fucking dior scarves wrapped around their necks, fake fendis in tow? it reminds me of a part of the book, 'freakonomics,' where this economist is at a stoplight and sees a man begging for change...he notices that the beggar has headphones that are nicer than he, himself, had ever had. either the beggar was a good thief, got some fake headphones, or is a beggar by day, pimp by night. anyway, my point is, the gypsies shouldn't wear this fake shit to make themselves look rich, cuz they'll get less money. (not that i would imagine they make a real killing with their pseudo-designer goods) wearing fake designer goods while begging for money just seems a bit paradoxical.
now i will get into the ethics of the counterfeit industry. yes, i will agree that paying even $200 for a bag is expensive (i haven't gone that far...yet...it's gotten close), but these luxury brands reach into the thousands for their beautiful bags, shoes, and scarves. these goods are luxury and they are placed at such a high price point because there is a life standard that users of these goods have...they are fucking loaded. they are chic, wealthy, glamorous, or they are just gold-diggers. im not saying that if you are poor, you should not have a pretty bag - but at least make your pretty bag be real, and not some chintzy knock-off. the ethics of this whole deal is that the reason these goods cost so much is advertising. it is certainly not the actual cost of materials, labor, or transportation of goods. hell no. it is the millions of dollars that go into producing beautiful, artsy, scandulous, ridiculous, creative images that go up on billboards and television commercials, and that fill up the glossy pages of conde nast publications. when you buy a fake, your vendor's advertising has already been done and he hasn't contributed one cent to it. now, i am not saying that LVMH (moet hennessy louis vuitton - luxury goods conglomerate - most of your luxury goods (and a lot of booze and champagne - moet et chandon, dom perignon) are controlled under LVMH) is hurting for money and that we all need to run out, buy a $6,000 bag, and begin to feel all warm and fuzzy for supporting our pals over at LVMH. BUT, it just does not seem moral to buy fakes. its like that satc episode where the girls travel out to la and samantha buys a fake fendi, and then she drags carrie down to the valley to buy more (and hell, even then the guy still wants $1,000 for three fakes - i dont care how good they are, fakes should cost about twenty bucks, max), and after carrie looks at them, she just says no, that she would know that they were fake. when you see a bunch of cheap bags in plastic bags in a trunk of some shitty old caddie, they just look cheap. and fake. you may be able to pull of a fake to the outside world, but you will never be able to convince yourself that it is real.
now that i have lost all friends who carry fake bags, i will end my tirade about the fake goods industry.
oh wait, please please please for the love of god do not buy a fucking versace t-shirt. this is a dead give-away. the house of versace does not mass-produce t-shirts. if you do buy one, please put a sweatshirt or something over it if you come visit me. or i will purposely dump a bottle of bright red nail polish on it.
that's all...
me? on a mission for a shoe? pardonez-moi.
i left my apartment at a relatively early hour today. i was on a mission. and it involved a shoe. every morning when i hit the bell
eville metro, there are nice people handing out a free newspaper, 'matinplus.' and i generally take one and read through it on the way to work, always finishing with my french horoscope, and saving the sudoku for a co-worker. a couple weeks ago, i had seen an article about a sculptural exhibit in the tuileries gardens. they had a picture - it was of a big sexy peek-a-boo toe pump, made entirely of pots. i felt that this was right up my alley and have had a pink post-it note with 'tuileries!' written on it. it made its way onto my to-do list for this weekend, as well, and i left my house with the drive to find this beautiful piece of footwear.
eville metro, there are nice people handing out a free newspaper, 'matinplus.' and i generally take one and read through it on the way to work, always finishing with my french horoscope, and saving the sudoku for a co-worker. a couple weeks ago, i had seen an article about a sculptural exhibit in the tuileries gardens. they had a picture - it was of a big sexy peek-a-boo toe pump, made entirely of pots. i felt that this was right up my alley and have had a pink post-it note with 'tuileries!' written on it. it made its way onto my to-do list for this weekend, as well, and i left my house with the drive to find this beautiful piece of footwear. i took the metro to chatelet and decided to walk toward
s the louvre. the walk between chatelet and the louvre is wonderful - this the area where one could buy a beautiful plant or a playful little puppy or kitten. there is nothing more adorable than a little french kitten (they are french - t
hey respond to french), well, except maybe a little french child. anyway, i saw plenty of kitties and walked through sidewalks filled with trees, bulbs, flowers, and anything you could possibly dream of for a garden. (i always want to smuggle bulbs back to the states) i reached the louvre and opted to walk through the middle area and out to where the I.M. Pei pyramid is located. even on a sunday, the louvre is full of tourists, taking their photos in front of the pyramid. when i walked through, i 
realized how seeing the pyramid and how being in the center of the louvre has become so normal for me. it was just a typical sunday morning. (the photo is of what i would imagine to be two americans - or other similarly disguised tourists - pretending to be ridiculously french by wearing their berets. yes,
except the french dont really wear a lot of berets, unless you're really old, and they generally dont go to the louvre. and if they do, they do not have their photos taken. anyway...i thought the guy was funny in his beret. i didn't even realize the girl had one, too. now i realize the joke.) i made my way past the pyramid and huge line waiting to go inside and onto the tuileries. this is a lovely little garden (even though my fav is still jardin du lux) with plenty of joggers, tourists, and even a couple little places to stop, have a coffee, and kick it with some old amis. but kicking it - i did not have
time for such an activity. i was on a mission. and it involved a shoe. this was serious. i meant business, damn it. and damn it, i could not find my shoe. it may be gone, i just don't know. as you can see from the picture, it is a big ol' shoe. and sista is not blind, yo. i searched. j'ai cherche pour la chaussure. alas, i ended my visit to tuileries by sitting near place de la concorde, looking at the eiffel tower, and finishing up some postcards. (if you haven't gotten one, its cuz i dont have your address - so send me a message) i made my way back to belleville for some lunch. i have big plans for the afternoon - part of which is me going on another mission specifically for this blog. it involves scandulous orangina ads and the joys/perils of marketing. just a preview...
s the louvre. the walk between chatelet and the louvre is wonderful - this the area where one could buy a beautiful plant or a playful little puppy or kitten. there is nothing more adorable than a little french kitten (they are french - t
hey respond to french), well, except maybe a little french child. anyway, i saw plenty of kitties and walked through sidewalks filled with trees, bulbs, flowers, and anything you could possibly dream of for a garden. (i always want to smuggle bulbs back to the states) i reached the louvre and opted to walk through the middle area and out to where the I.M. Pei pyramid is located. even on a sunday, the louvre is full of tourists, taking their photos in front of the pyramid. when i walked through, i 
realized how seeing the pyramid and how being in the center of the louvre has become so normal for me. it was just a typical sunday morning. (the photo is of what i would imagine to be two americans - or other similarly disguised tourists - pretending to be ridiculously french by wearing their berets. yes,
except the french dont really wear a lot of berets, unless you're really old, and they generally dont go to the louvre. and if they do, they do not have their photos taken. anyway...i thought the guy was funny in his beret. i didn't even realize the girl had one, too. now i realize the joke.) i made my way past the pyramid and huge line waiting to go inside and onto the tuileries. this is a lovely little garden (even though my fav is still jardin du lux) with plenty of joggers, tourists, and even a couple little places to stop, have a coffee, and kick it with some old amis. but kicking it - i did not have
time for such an activity. i was on a mission. and it involved a shoe. this was serious. i meant business, damn it. and damn it, i could not find my shoe. it may be gone, i just don't know. as you can see from the picture, it is a big ol' shoe. and sista is not blind, yo. i searched. j'ai cherche pour la chaussure. alas, i ended my visit to tuileries by sitting near place de la concorde, looking at the eiffel tower, and finishing up some postcards. (if you haven't gotten one, its cuz i dont have your address - so send me a message) i made my way back to belleville for some lunch. i have big plans for the afternoon - part of which is me going on another mission specifically for this blog. it involves scandulous orangina ads and the joys/perils of marketing. just a preview...Saturday, October 27, 2007
candy candy candy candy candy candy
no, i have not gone b
atty and freaked out with my job and eaten my weight's worth in chocolate. but i did watch garfield halloween today, broken up into three parts, thanks to some kind person via youtube. when i walked home through the market after getting all of my produce, i saw a pumpkin and thought, 'OH! i should carve you!' since i didn't have enough hands with my shoulder bag of fruits and my plastic sac of eg
gs and cheese, i just went home. but after lidl, the desire to carve just overcame me and i went back to the market. five euros later, i had a beautiful citrouille, just waiting for me to hack into it. i put some apple juice and red wine, along with some of the cinnamon i finally found, into a pot and let that simmer. i googled 'charlie brown great pumpkin' and was very, very unsuccessful at finding illegal clips of charlie that hadn't been dubbed over by some stupid person making fun o
f charlie brown. i did find garfield and can't even tell you how big the smile was on my face. if you've ever seen the garfield halloween movie, you know the part where garfield and odie are picking out costumes and garfield breaks into song - yeah, i definitely remembered the good majority of the words and was singing them out loud. i am a dork. D.O.R.K. i downloaded 'saw' from itunes, but it took about an hour to download so by the time it was done, i wasn't in the mood. but i do not work this coming thursday (all saints day in france - yes, i get french and american holidays off), so im thinking of having a little costume party chez moi and then going out.
oh, by the way, this is for skeezer, but i have to mention that while i was carving my citrouille, i was scared that i would hack into my leg and have to call 15. but luckily, i have survived this pumpkin with no injuries. whew.
atty and freaked out with my job and eaten my weight's worth in chocolate. but i did watch garfield halloween today, broken up into three parts, thanks to some kind person via youtube. when i walked home through the market after getting all of my produce, i saw a pumpkin and thought, 'OH! i should carve you!' since i didn't have enough hands with my shoulder bag of fruits and my plastic sac of eg
gs and cheese, i just went home. but after lidl, the desire to carve just overcame me and i went back to the market. five euros later, i had a beautiful citrouille, just waiting for me to hack into it. i put some apple juice and red wine, along with some of the cinnamon i finally found, into a pot and let that simmer. i googled 'charlie brown great pumpkin' and was very, very unsuccessful at finding illegal clips of charlie that hadn't been dubbed over by some stupid person making fun o
f charlie brown. i did find garfield and can't even tell you how big the smile was on my face. if you've ever seen the garfield halloween movie, you know the part where garfield and odie are picking out costumes and garfield breaks into song - yeah, i definitely remembered the good majority of the words and was singing them out loud. i am a dork. D.O.R.K. i downloaded 'saw' from itunes, but it took about an hour to download so by the time it was done, i wasn't in the mood. but i do not work this coming thursday (all saints day in france - yes, i get french and american holidays off), so im thinking of having a little costume party chez moi and then going out. oh, by the way, this is for skeezer, but i have to mention that while i was carving my citrouille, i was scared that i would hack into my leg and have to call 15. but luckily, i have survived this pumpkin with no injuries. whew.
question?
ive been thinking about cutting my hair off, probably to about shoulder length. some sort of funky choppy chic cut. maybe a longer katie holmes/victoria beckham kind of do.
thoughts?
thoughts?
my saturday morning boyfriend and the racist german grocery store
my saturday morning boyfriend is a my vendor of delicious fruits and legumes, my darling pal momo. i do believe that i have solidified the relationship of being his favorite customer. his stand is the first that i go to every saturday, and it is generally the only one where i buy my goods. he treats me like a queen, always there with a plastic bag for me to fill with the finest exotic fruits, ready to take my strawberries and put them in a little paper sac, keeping all of my goods in a pile until i am ready to go, and giving me sections of orange, pomegranate, and today, some strange looking fruit that i decided to buy because they looked fun. he is wonderful. oh, and we now do the bises when i come to visit and before i leave. and momo hooks me up with a deal - no, not 20 euros today, but 15, as i am a loyal customer. and he is beginning to give me free whole fruits, too. i feel the same way about this stand as i did about the one i worked at in madison. if all fails with the career in international policy, i will work at a fruit stand in paris.
and as for the racist german store...lidl...how could you betray me like so? a huge lidl just opened a block away from where i live, which is wonderful because lidl has the cheapest food in the world. i love it. and the fact that it is so close makes it even better. i went to check out and had everything bagged up in the sweet, re-usable lidl canvas/plastic bag i decided to purchase today (hey, come on now, i cant use my re-usable ed bag in lidl - that would just be mean). i gave the girl my american credit card. no dice. american debit card. no dice. now i began to worry, as i can't use my french carte bleue until november, as they set really low limits on the amount of money you can take out each month, as well as the amount you can charge to your card. now let me say that i have used my american debit and credit cards in paris very, very successfully (sorry about that, nancy), and i have even used them at lidls before. but alas, not today. my cards got shut down. so what did i do, you may be asking? i went and got cash. yes, they let you do that here. i just left my bag of goodies there and walked a block to the atm, and successfully used my american debit card to take out cash (see, it does work). i waited in the same line as before, got up there, gave the girl the cash, bada-bing bada-boom, i was done. now i know that i have to take cash there. see, a lesson learned. (or i just have to make sure to not max out my carte bleue the weekend before i go to lidl)
one thing that i would like to mention is that you can eat so cheaply in this city. i bought enough produce at the market to feed a small army. and you just cant beat lidl's prices (even if they hate my plastic). and as i told a co-worker the other day, "i would rather wear my money than eat it."
enough said.
and as for the racist german store...lidl...how could you betray me like so? a huge lidl just opened a block away from where i live, which is wonderful because lidl has the cheapest food in the world. i love it. and the fact that it is so close makes it even better. i went to check out and had everything bagged up in the sweet, re-usable lidl canvas/plastic bag i decided to purchase today (hey, come on now, i cant use my re-usable ed bag in lidl - that would just be mean). i gave the girl my american credit card. no dice. american debit card. no dice. now i began to worry, as i can't use my french carte bleue until november, as they set really low limits on the amount of money you can take out each month, as well as the amount you can charge to your card. now let me say that i have used my american debit and credit cards in paris very, very successfully (sorry about that, nancy), and i have even used them at lidls before. but alas, not today. my cards got shut down. so what did i do, you may be asking? i went and got cash. yes, they let you do that here. i just left my bag of goodies there and walked a block to the atm, and successfully used my american debit card to take out cash (see, it does work). i waited in the same line as before, got up there, gave the girl the cash, bada-bing bada-boom, i was done. now i know that i have to take cash there. see, a lesson learned. (or i just have to make sure to not max out my carte bleue the weekend before i go to lidl)
one thing that i would like to mention is that you can eat so cheaply in this city. i bought enough produce at the market to feed a small army. and you just cant beat lidl's prices (even if they hate my plastic). and as i told a co-worker the other day, "i would rather wear my money than eat it."
enough said.
Friday, October 26, 2007
3 down. 7 to go.
when i came to paris to study abroad, i was told about this fabulous W curve of emotions that i would face...sometimes you would be at the top of the W and flying high, then you'd be plummeting down to the bottom and hating france and crepes and cheese and wine. i didn't think that i would really have that when i came back - the culture isn't new, i know what im doing. but im facing a new W curve. the fucking W-ork curve. yesterday sucked. today was better. it really makes the saying, "the sweet isn't as sweet without the sour," come to mind. yesterday was like a gross unripe banana that is hard and chalky. today the banana ripened a bit. i made a friend. well, more like acquaintance. there is a french girl who works where i do and we occassionally run into each other. i met her a couple weeks ago while we were being sneaky and doing something we shouldn't have been doing...don't worry, nothing illegal. no drugs, no booze, and certainly no sex. (sicko boy-friends of mine, get your minds out of the gutter) i ran into her on the street today and she actually did the little bises kisses with me! i walked away and mouthed, "holy shit! i have a friend." it felt nice.
i also met some other interns in this program. im the lone intern at my sector, but there a lot of others here. im actually going to a little party at one girl's place tomorrow, and then meeting another on sunday to kick it. it feels so good. when you are placed in a setting with grown-ups (like, real big grown-ups, not big kids like me), you just don't want to have wine and chatter about boys and makeup with them. i always have to watch my mouth at work - i'm beginning to realize that i not only have a potty mouth, but i have a potty mouth that produces a lot of scandulous tales.
i bought poptarts today. and a big jar of skippy and a huge jar of popping corn (see mom, you have to come now...you make the best popcorn on the stove!). my job definitely has some perks. buying peanut butter for four dollars (not euros) is so nice. but they did not have LUCKY CHARMS! noooooo! sadness. we wont even get into the longchamp bags...
the kanye tix are here. i picked them up at the poste tonight. soooo excited!
it is friday night and i decided to stay in, do my laundry, and clean up this joint. i have a big day tomorrow - the market, lidl (yaya, lidl just opened a block away!), and a trip to the tuileries gardens. i saw in the 'matinplus' paper that i get on the metro everyday that tuileries has some crazy sculpture display going on. they have a big high heeled shoe made out of pots and pans. of course i would go see a big metal shoe.
ps, thanks everyone for reading. def appreciate it!
i also met some other interns in this program. im the lone intern at my sector, but there a lot of others here. im actually going to a little party at one girl's place tomorrow, and then meeting another on sunday to kick it. it feels so good. when you are placed in a setting with grown-ups (like, real big grown-ups, not big kids like me), you just don't want to have wine and chatter about boys and makeup with them. i always have to watch my mouth at work - i'm beginning to realize that i not only have a potty mouth, but i have a potty mouth that produces a lot of scandulous tales.
i bought poptarts today. and a big jar of skippy and a huge jar of popping corn (see mom, you have to come now...you make the best popcorn on the stove!). my job definitely has some perks. buying peanut butter for four dollars (not euros) is so nice. but they did not have LUCKY CHARMS! noooooo! sadness. we wont even get into the longchamp bags...
the kanye tix are here. i picked them up at the poste tonight. soooo excited!
it is friday night and i decided to stay in, do my laundry, and clean up this joint. i have a big day tomorrow - the market, lidl (yaya, lidl just opened a block away!), and a trip to the tuileries gardens. i saw in the 'matinplus' paper that i get on the metro everyday that tuileries has some crazy sculpture display going on. they have a big high heeled shoe made out of pots and pans. of course i would go see a big metal shoe.
ps, thanks everyone for reading. def appreciate it!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
do blondes really have more fun?
i pose this question while smoking the first marlboro light of the pac
k. this is the pack that i bought three weeks ago after starting my job. im pretty sure this cig, while killing me, is saving my sanity. i will not get into my day. i now know why i put off interning for so long.
k. this is the pack that i bought three weeks ago after starting my job. im pretty sure this cig, while killing me, is saving my sanity. i will not get into my day. i now know why i put off interning for so long.after getting home tonight at 9:30 pm (yes, you read correctly), i began to think a lot about life and what i want out of it. i live my life in the pursuit of not just happiness, but of fun. and i realized tonight that i have had a hard slap in the face lately. working sucks, dude. S.U.C.K.S. it cuts into my fun. and my happiness. life was simple and free when i was a blonde. i look back at pictures from my junior year of college - i am all grins in every picture. i had not a care in the world. hell, i had the world by a string. i was fearless. now, fear is back. it's like that sex and the city episode where carrie is doing the flying trapeze - "when did life stop being fun and start being scary?" its true. i feel old. i have no desire to go out and party. i'd rather sleep. who have i become?
have i become boring? am i no longer fun? is pussycat still a fierce lion?
je ne suis pas sur.
being in paris for a real reason (sorry, school here is bogus...it is a reason to party and explore and drink. yes, you have class. but you also have a lot of fun.) working here and not getting to really enjoy the city every waking moment is tough. i almost feel trapped inside this glorious paradise of a city. i want to break free. just be.
maybe i should dye my hair blonde again. i gradually went darker because i was in the biz school and wanted to be t
aken seriously. im not even sure i get taken seriously now. i just dont know about a lot of things anymore.
aken seriously. im not even sure i get taken seriously now. i just dont know about a lot of things anymore.man, figuring out life sucks sometimes. its rough. im entering into this huge turning point in life and dont know where to turn, where to go. i know where i want to go, what i want to do, but to actually get there, im clueless. and its not even so much getting there - its financial. yes, when there's a will, there's a way. but that way is made easier with funding.
thank you, lana, for your card today. it really cheered me up when i got home! love you.
blonde? brunette? fuck, maybe i should just shave it off or something.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
interesting thought...via the book?
"Cancer: A hobby of yours could turn into a successful career if you do your research and take some initiative now."
i live my
life by my facebook horoscopes.
life by my facebook horoscopes.what a difference a day makes
last post = sad. today = happy. i woke up with a migraine yesterday. as of 6:35 am, all i could see was what looked like a bunch of glitter stuffed under my eyelid. this is what happens when i get a migraine. i cant see, and then i feel like shit the rest of the day. so by the time i arrived at home after a long day of feeling like shit, said post will arise. today, i woke up with no migraine. good sign no. 1. i then opted to wear my cute new dress from the weekend. good sign no. 2. with cute boots i have never worn before. said boots did not make my feet hurt, and i do not believe i have new blisters. good sign no. 3. i have decided that when you feel like shit, you need to make yourself look so chic that it hurts (not physically, im talkin). nothing puts a little swagger in your walk through metro la motte-piquette grenelle like feeling good and rocking out to some wicked music. (if aforementioned feel-better cure does not work...just eat a jar (or maybe a half of a jar) of nutella. you might feel fat afterwards, but you'll feel better.)
my indian stalker continues to stalk me. it is so annoying. im not sure if he is someone important, so i dont want to snub him. i was sitting in on a big meeting today and kept seeing him watching me from random little places. if this continues, i may have one of my MALE superiors tell him to back the fuck off.
besides mr. stalker, work was good. i got enough sleep last night, so i actually felt alive today. still trying to kick this cold, though. i just had two cloves of garlic in my soup, so we can hope that its killing all the shit in my sinuses.
my kanye tix are in. i got a notice yesterday saying that i had a letter at the poste that i needed to sign for. on my way home tonight, i saw that they were still open, so i trotted up to grab the slip. by the time i made it back down, however, they had closed. ill scurry home tomorrow and hopefully get there in time. i did go to 'aux petit plaisirs,' though, and had a lovely chat with my boulanger. he corrects my french, which i really appreciate. he taught me how to say something, i think 'flax seed.' i always buy the 'rotador aux grains,' and when asked which 'grain' i wanted, he taught me to say it. i dont remember. anyway, i love my boulanger. it is necessary to be on a good relationship with your neighborhood boulanger. there is nothing more wonderful than being able to run across the street and know that for a euro or two, you can have yourself the most divine carb-filled treats.
i would like to give a huge THANK YOU to my darling friend, paula! i love you! you absolutely made my day. merci beaucoup!
i would also like to say that i have decided (officially) to go into business for myself. i have until may to figure this out. i believe that running away to paris to become the xyz generation's hemingway (what generation am i considered, anyway?) is quite a good option. note to self: must make lots of french friends who will let you crash on their floor while trying to make a buck or two...and they must have an extra closet for all of your shit. anyway, i figure that my life has been full of surprises and quite the whirlwind up until this far, so i would imagine that that has no plan of stopping anytime soon.
my indian stalker continues to stalk me. it is so annoying. im not sure if he is someone important, so i dont want to snub him. i was sitting in on a big meeting today and kept seeing him watching me from random little places. if this continues, i may have one of my MALE superiors tell him to back the fuck off.
besides mr. stalker, work was good. i got enough sleep last night, so i actually felt alive today. still trying to kick this cold, though. i just had two cloves of garlic in my soup, so we can hope that its killing all the shit in my sinuses.
my kanye tix are in. i got a notice yesterday saying that i had a letter at the poste that i needed to sign for. on my way home tonight, i saw that they were still open, so i trotted up to grab the slip. by the time i made it back down, however, they had closed. ill scurry home tomorrow and hopefully get there in time. i did go to 'aux petit plaisirs,' though, and had a lovely chat with my boulanger. he corrects my french, which i really appreciate. he taught me how to say something, i think 'flax seed.' i always buy the 'rotador aux grains,' and when asked which 'grain' i wanted, he taught me to say it. i dont remember. anyway, i love my boulanger. it is necessary to be on a good relationship with your neighborhood boulanger. there is nothing more wonderful than being able to run across the street and know that for a euro or two, you can have yourself the most divine carb-filled treats.
i would like to give a huge THANK YOU to my darling friend, paula! i love you! you absolutely made my day. merci beaucoup!
i would also like to say that i have decided (officially) to go into business for myself. i have until may to figure this out. i believe that running away to paris to become the xyz generation's hemingway (what generation am i considered, anyway?) is quite a good option. note to self: must make lots of french friends who will let you crash on their floor while trying to make a buck or two...and they must have an extra closet for all of your shit. anyway, i figure that my life has been full of surprises and quite the whirlwind up until this far, so i would imagine that that has no plan of stopping anytime soon.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
there's gotta be more to life...
do you ever feel like you are just running, aimlessly in all directions? when you finally slow down to think, to try to clear your mind, you see that you aren't running from anything, anyone. and you aren't running to anything, anyone. or for anything, anyone. you're just running, constantly going. really, what is the point of it? you can't just stop, though, can't turn away. we are all running through life, chasing something, but what? if you haven't nailed down that cliched vision of our 'dream,' you're inherently fucked. like hamsters on their wheels, we keep spinning our own wheels, chugging along, stuck in the same, mundane day-to-day tasks. going through the motions. how mundane. when you feel like you are just hanging on, head just above water, barely surviving, do you see that this just wont cut it? is there a way to really thrive in this game called life? there really aren't any winners in this game - only losers. no one gets out alive.
my facebook horoscope (yes, i am quoting facebook. i am sorry.) recently said, and i quote..."Cancer: Things in your life have been really tedious lately. Not for long. Something exciting in the next few days will really shake things up." here's to hoping. the pomegranate that i eat while writing this is about the most excitement ive had in the last couple days. oh, wait, i got hit on by an elderly indian man today, at work. i really thought that i would be safe from creepy men at my job. i thought that, perhaps, they would have some respect. apparently i was wrong. i do not need to be fraternizing with creepy old men. no, i will not be the next monica. (she was an intern, right?)
my facebook horoscope (yes, i am quoting facebook. i am sorry.) recently said, and i quote..."Cancer: Things in your life have been really tedious lately. Not for long. Something exciting in the next few days will really shake things up." here's to hoping. the pomegranate that i eat while writing this is about the most excitement ive had in the last couple days. oh, wait, i got hit on by an elderly indian man today, at work. i really thought that i would be safe from creepy men at my job. i thought that, perhaps, they would have some respect. apparently i was wrong. i do not need to be fraternizing with creepy old men. no, i will not be the next monica. (she was an intern, right?)
Monday, October 22, 2007
quite possibly a new favorite food.
really salty and buttery, not fully cooked in the middle, hard-boiled eggs.
they are divine. and taste especially good after not eating much at work. i always arrive home just starving so i really appreciate the food i eat when i finally get home. generally includes fresh bread that i buy from my new favorite boulanger across the street.
on the metro ride home, a man with a guitar got on at opera and stayed until republique. he sang in spanish. first he sang 'my way.' nothing like a little frank sinatra in spanish on the metro in paris. (did you know that 'my way' was not first sung by frank sinatra? oh no, friends, not frank, but paul anka. why do i know this? cbs sunday morning.) then he sang 'besame mucho,' which is just a wonderful song, and he put a new twist on it that i had not previously heard. i actually considered giving him some money. but then i got off the metro...
i ran into ed when i got off the metro at belleville because i wanted to get some cinnamon to put in my apple juice when i heat it up. i had looked at franprix this weekend for it and had no luck. no luck at ed, either. when i was walking out, i thought, 'jesus christ, this is paris, you can find anything in paris. it's not like this is fucking timbuktu.' and then i thought some more...'shit, id probably have better luck in timbuktu.'
no cinnamon. no big deal.
lots of work to do tonight. yippee skippee.
they are divine. and taste especially good after not eating much at work. i always arrive home just starving so i really appreciate the food i eat when i finally get home. generally includes fresh bread that i buy from my new favorite boulanger across the street.
on the metro ride home, a man with a guitar got on at opera and stayed until republique. he sang in spanish. first he sang 'my way.' nothing like a little frank sinatra in spanish on the metro in paris. (did you know that 'my way' was not first sung by frank sinatra? oh no, friends, not frank, but paul anka. why do i know this? cbs sunday morning.) then he sang 'besame mucho,' which is just a wonderful song, and he put a new twist on it that i had not previously heard. i actually considered giving him some money. but then i got off the metro...
i ran into ed when i got off the metro at belleville because i wanted to get some cinnamon to put in my apple juice when i heat it up. i had looked at franprix this weekend for it and had no luck. no luck at ed, either. when i was walking out, i thought, 'jesus christ, this is paris, you can find anything in paris. it's not like this is fucking timbuktu.' and then i thought some more...'shit, id probably have better luck in timbuktu.'
no cinnamon. no big deal.
lots of work to do tonight. yippee skippee.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
"a true friend stabs you in the front."
ok, ok, who's the quote by? come on...need a hint?
i saw his grave today.
and i made out with it, too. yes, friends, i went and re-kindled my love f
or my old pal, oscar wilde. after a divine breakfast of pain au chocolat and other disgustingly rich pastries from the 'aux petit plaisirs' patisserie/boulangerie across the street from me, ericka and i made our way to pere lachaise cemetery. i realize
d today that, as sick as it is, spending time with dead people is one of my favorite activities to do in paris. pere lachaise is absolutely beautiful. as i walked through, i realized that the seasons had changed, somewhere between me packing up in madison and unpacking here in paris. it smelled like fall. it smelled different, beautiful. it was how you would imagine the ideal, sunny, brisk, autumn day. the leaves are beginning to change colors, beginning to fall. the chestnut trees are nearly bare of all leaves, with their fruit beginning to crash to the ground. walking over the cobblestone pa
ths in the cemetery, seeing all those broken up chestnuts, i began to get very excited for christmas. i so look forward to chestnuts roasting on an open fire, eating them as i stroll past lafayette and printemps, admiring the christmas decor. but as for now, it is fall, and it is heavenly.
or my old pal, oscar wilde. after a divine breakfast of pain au chocolat and other disgustingly rich pastries from the 'aux petit plaisirs' patisserie/boulangerie across the street from me, ericka and i made our way to pere lachaise cemetery. i realize
d today that, as sick as it is, spending time with dead people is one of my favorite activities to do in paris. pere lachaise is absolutely beautiful. as i walked through, i realized that the seasons had changed, somewhere between me packing up in madison and unpacking here in paris. it smelled like fall. it smelled different, beautiful. it was how you would imagine the ideal, sunny, brisk, autumn day. the leaves are beginning to change colors, beginning to fall. the chestnut trees are nearly bare of all leaves, with their fruit beginning to crash to the ground. walking over the cobblestone pa
ths in the cemetery, seeing all those broken up chestnuts, i began to get very excited for christmas. i so look forward to chestnuts roasting on an open fire, eating them as i stroll past lafayette and printemps, admiring the christmas decor. but as for now, it is fall, and it is heavenly. on a different note, i realized today, while ordering lunch at a cafe for me and my non-french speaking friend, that i was beginning to settle in. really settle in. this is normalcy now. walking across the street to the boulangerie, buying my fresh fruits from momo, playing flirty eyes with the cashier at ed who thought i was an idiot the first time i rolled in. this is normal. im comfortable. and im ok with being comfortable. i am not constantly searching for change here. this is the change i needed in my life. there is still plenty to fall into place, but being in this setting feels so right.
i also realized yesterday how i really appreciate paris so much more this time around. last year everything was so new, so exciting. trust me, it is not dull this time around, but its familiar and i love that. but i know what it is like to have had this taken away from me, as was the case when i returned to the states in december. i know that day will approach soon this time around, too, and i find myself just enjoying the city so much more than ever. really not taking anything for granted. being truly joyful for the little things, the delicious breads and cheeses, little kids speaking french, the geraniums that seem to grow in pots off of everyone's balconies. its lovely. j'aime paris. c'est simple.
we're never gonna survive unless we get a little crazy...
as i have been rather sick as of lately, i have not done much. stayed in friday night, went to bed early, and surprisingly, was up by 6:30 am on saturday morning. and you know what? i actually felt good! my garlic/onion concoction did the trick, as did my make-shift netti-pot/tea pot thing-a-ma-jig nasal irrigation. after cleaning my apartment and myself, i made my way to my neighbordhood saturday morning market, and went off to see my boy, momo, at my favorite produce stand. he remember me and was just so delighted to see me. i bought nearly everything i needed for my week from him - and it was only 11 euros! i bought some serious produce - a mango, garlic (and i learned the french word for garlic - l'ail - from a lovely french woman at the stand), the most beautiful and enormous pears, a zucchini squash, a pomegranate, oranges, some weird fruit that i have no idea what it is called but was too beautiful to pass up. i love this stand and they love me. i practice my french with them and it is so much fun. i am always grinning from ear to ear when i go. i also bought some eggs from a lovely woman. they are really beautiful eggs, nice and brown, and im sure that the yolks will be a nice, deep orange color, none of this light yellow shit from the states. rubbish. while at my egg lady, i noticed some bottles of what looked to be apple cider or alcohol. a sign stood in front of it and said 'rhumatisme.' up until yesterday, i held the belief that 'rhum' meant 'cough.' it does not. 'rhumatisme' means 'rhumatism,' which means, more or less, 'arthritis.' well, sista bought a bottle of this magic potion (apple cider vinegar) to cure her cough, er, arthritis. if you know of any magic solutions for cough/sinus infections that use apple cider vinegar, send them this way. i made my way across the street to my home to put my goodies away.
i went off to franprix to finish my grocery shopping for the week, which did not include much. now, as i am from the united states and as it is in my culture to only have plastic on me, rather than cash, i found myself in a bit of trouble. at the register, i saw that my total was only nine euros, and then found out that the minimum for a 'carte bleue' is fifteen euros. the cashier was lovely and let me just go back into the store and pick out more stuff. since i did not want to be an inconvenience, i looked for the first thing that cost six or so euros...wine. parfait! i bought a lovely bottle of red. how french. when in rome...
i ate another clove of garlic for lunch yesterday. this really is getting old. the first time at cocoliquot was sort of a dumb mistake...and it just seemed like a good idea at the time. eating a whole clove of garlic is never a delicious idea. it is potent. i actually started sweating, and that was even after putting it on bread with chevre. (i have realized, however, that i hardly was sick this summer, and im thanking that to the fact that i constantly was cooking with fresh garlic.) i chewed gum for the next couple hours, and proceeded to taste garlic the rest of the day.
since i have been enduring a lot of stress lately from moving to paris, starting work, being crazy busy with work, being sick, eating garlic, etc., i decided that i needed some therapy. and the best therapy in paris comes at galeries lafayette. oh yes, friends, i have returned to heaven. if one could combine monoprix with galeries lafay
ette, and put a small apartment on the top of it all for me to habitate, i would never leave. it would be absolute perfection. i was on the hunt for coats and dresses. i have seen some of the most beautifully designed winter coats on the metro and i needed to find one. and i have these darling little black suede ankle boots that i needed to build an outfit around, and decided a simple black dress with sleeves would do the trick. i wandered around lafayette for awhile before finding anything that really spoke to me. i just wanted it to call out to me, 'kendra, you will die without me, your mere existence depends on my beautiful construction of divine fabrics.' and then i saw a lovely grey, wool coat that intrigued me. i picked it up and found a little black dress to try on. the lbd is great, i bought that. the coat did not fit over my chest - now let me clarify here that i do not have a large chest. but compare to parisian standards, i am pamela fucking anderson.
and now is wh
ere i will say that if i was a lesbian, i know who my girlfriend would be. karen millen. we're basically best friends forever. oh karen, you and your beautiful blue bags with the orange circle, i could spot you a mile away. she never lets me down. i found the most beautiful pink and green and purple silk dresses (solid colors, not a mix of the three). i need an event to attend so i can buy one. i found another dress (dark grey wool this time) and some jackets to try on. and then i found it (on sale): a beautiful floral, dark blue/grey-ish, jacquard coat. absolute perfection. it gave me the death speech when i put it on. "YOU WILL DIE WITHOUT ME!" and as i dont want to die...
i proceeded to putter around lafayette when i talked to my darling friend jamie. he had asked me to help me pick out jeans for him, and as i love helping my s
exy male friends (he is sexy) pick out clothing, i could not resist. i told him to meet me at lafayette asap. i puttered around the main lafayette store for a bit more, then headed over to lafayette homme. and then i saw him: my future french boyfriend. i thought he was jack gyllenhaal. but then i thought, why is jake g working at lafayette? he makes enough money doing films. anyway, my heart stopped. un vrai coup de foudre.
we had some mad flirty eyes going for the next couple hours as i pranced around the store, finding jeans to make jamie's ass look oh-so-good. fake jake best be single if he knows what is good for him. ill be back - i mean, duh, i have to do christmas shopping for my brother...and will...and mike...and any other friend i can think of to have the excuse to go back and scope out mr cutie cute.
back to the point of this...jamie finally came, i was weighed down with a bunch of jeans, and after much begging and pleading, i convinced jamie that his ass looked best (it really looked good) in a pa
ir of dark wash pepe jeans. they were even on sale (im such a saavy shopper). they are an investment (as is every other item in my closet). we made our way to the terrace on top of lafayette to celebrate our accomplishments, and as the terrace is free, to save money and get a lovely view of paris. (ps, this picture is jamie thinking how he can return a pair of sale jeans that he was coerced into purchasing - oh darling, im just that good)
now i must also mention that yesterday was the final game of the rugby world cup (england vs. south africa - i dont even know who won. does this really surprise you?) and also, that my friend ericka from madison who is studying in
copenhagen came to paris yesterday. so alas, after my shopping extravaganza, i made my way to the eiffel tower and met up with her. oh, by the way, the metros were still a bit fucked up yesterday, so i legitimately thought that my own elbow was going to pierce my lung on the metro cuz i was so smooshed. it didnt, and i met ericka with no probs. it was so nice to see an old friend! the eiffel tower was pure madness, as they had a big screen set up on the champs de mars showing rugby highlights, and (im assuming) the game later on last nig
ht. i felt like i was in madison. there were drunk crazy englishmen and -women running around, dressed up in god only knows what. madison, right? it was pretty cool to see people throwing around a rugby ball in front of the eiffel tower.
ericka and i made our way past the madness and toward l'ecole militaire and onto place de la concorde. we stopped for a crepe f
or a very grumpy old lady - she said she didnt have nutella, but there clearly was a full jar in the window...display only? we passed over my favorite bridge in paris, pont alexandre III, the beautiful gilded bridge from russia. the sun was setting over paris and it was tres magnifiq
ue! i showed ericka the champs elysees, and being tourists, we ran our high-heeled feet to the middle of the champs and clung onto a stop sign for dear life so that she could get photos of l'arc de triomphe on the one side, and the beautiful ferris wheel on the other end. i pointed some things out in place de la concorde, and especially made not of the fountains where andi sacs throws her phone at the end of 'the devil wears prada.' we searched for an atm for me to get cash, were uns
uccessful, but made our way back to concorde to see the eiffel tower twinkle at 8. beautiful. i had not seen it twinkle until last night. it was one of those pinch-me-im-in-paris moments. i wanted to show her sacre coeur at night, and even though i despise the montmartre area and the fucking steps that are necessary to climb to get from the metro to sacre coeur, we proceeded. funny how i forgot that the one still really fucked up metro line was the 12, which would take us directly to tha
t area. it was packed, i again thought that i would puncture a lung with my elbow (or someone else's elbow), and i was more than happy to get off, even if it meant climbing stairs. christ, even getting out of the metro meant climbing stairs forever. then the real fun began. i will not elaborate on my bitching about the stairs, just know that they are s
everely hated, but also that we made it up successfully and sacre coeur was all lit up and just as beautiful as ever. there was a little open-mic sort of thing set up on the stairs in front of the basilica, and american songs were being sung. very fun. we watched the tower sparkle again at nine, and then made our down the stairs (halle-fucking-lujah) and back to my apartment. a bottle of wine was split, old memories were shared, and really just a good time was had. we had planned to go out for the rugby game, but my feet hated me from looking chic in heels all day, and after that wine was opened, i wasnt going anywhere.
and as for the rugby game? south africa won. thank you, google.
i went off to franprix to finish my grocery shopping for the week, which did not include much. now, as i am from the united states and as it is in my culture to only have plastic on me, rather than cash, i found myself in a bit of trouble. at the register, i saw that my total was only nine euros, and then found out that the minimum for a 'carte bleue' is fifteen euros. the cashier was lovely and let me just go back into the store and pick out more stuff. since i did not want to be an inconvenience, i looked for the first thing that cost six or so euros...wine. parfait! i bought a lovely bottle of red. how french. when in rome...
i ate another clove of garlic for lunch yesterday. this really is getting old. the first time at cocoliquot was sort of a dumb mistake...and it just seemed like a good idea at the time. eating a whole clove of garlic is never a delicious idea. it is potent. i actually started sweating, and that was even after putting it on bread with chevre. (i have realized, however, that i hardly was sick this summer, and im thanking that to the fact that i constantly was cooking with fresh garlic.) i chewed gum for the next couple hours, and proceeded to taste garlic the rest of the day.
since i have been enduring a lot of stress lately from moving to paris, starting work, being crazy busy with work, being sick, eating garlic, etc., i decided that i needed some therapy. and the best therapy in paris comes at galeries lafayette. oh yes, friends, i have returned to heaven. if one could combine monoprix with galeries lafay
ette, and put a small apartment on the top of it all for me to habitate, i would never leave. it would be absolute perfection. i was on the hunt for coats and dresses. i have seen some of the most beautifully designed winter coats on the metro and i needed to find one. and i have these darling little black suede ankle boots that i needed to build an outfit around, and decided a simple black dress with sleeves would do the trick. i wandered around lafayette for awhile before finding anything that really spoke to me. i just wanted it to call out to me, 'kendra, you will die without me, your mere existence depends on my beautiful construction of divine fabrics.' and then i saw a lovely grey, wool coat that intrigued me. i picked it up and found a little black dress to try on. the lbd is great, i bought that. the coat did not fit over my chest - now let me clarify here that i do not have a large chest. but compare to parisian standards, i am pamela fucking anderson. and now is wh
ere i will say that if i was a lesbian, i know who my girlfriend would be. karen millen. we're basically best friends forever. oh karen, you and your beautiful blue bags with the orange circle, i could spot you a mile away. she never lets me down. i found the most beautiful pink and green and purple silk dresses (solid colors, not a mix of the three). i need an event to attend so i can buy one. i found another dress (dark grey wool this time) and some jackets to try on. and then i found it (on sale): a beautiful floral, dark blue/grey-ish, jacquard coat. absolute perfection. it gave me the death speech when i put it on. "YOU WILL DIE WITHOUT ME!" and as i dont want to die...i proceeded to putter around lafayette when i talked to my darling friend jamie. he had asked me to help me pick out jeans for him, and as i love helping my s
exy male friends (he is sexy) pick out clothing, i could not resist. i told him to meet me at lafayette asap. i puttered around the main lafayette store for a bit more, then headed over to lafayette homme. and then i saw him: my future french boyfriend. i thought he was jack gyllenhaal. but then i thought, why is jake g working at lafayette? he makes enough money doing films. anyway, my heart stopped. un vrai coup de foudre.
we had some mad flirty eyes going for the next couple hours as i pranced around the store, finding jeans to make jamie's ass look oh-so-good. fake jake best be single if he knows what is good for him. ill be back - i mean, duh, i have to do christmas shopping for my brother...and will...and mike...and any other friend i can think of to have the excuse to go back and scope out mr cutie cute. back to the point of this...jamie finally came, i was weighed down with a bunch of jeans, and after much begging and pleading, i convinced jamie that his ass looked best (it really looked good) in a pa
ir of dark wash pepe jeans. they were even on sale (im such a saavy shopper). they are an investment (as is every other item in my closet). we made our way to the terrace on top of lafayette to celebrate our accomplishments, and as the terrace is free, to save money and get a lovely view of paris. (ps, this picture is jamie thinking how he can return a pair of sale jeans that he was coerced into purchasing - oh darling, im just that good)now i must also mention that yesterday was the final game of the rugby world cup (england vs. south africa - i dont even know who won. does this really surprise you?) and also, that my friend ericka from madison who is studying in
copenhagen came to paris yesterday. so alas, after my shopping extravaganza, i made my way to the eiffel tower and met up with her. oh, by the way, the metros were still a bit fucked up yesterday, so i legitimately thought that my own elbow was going to pierce my lung on the metro cuz i was so smooshed. it didnt, and i met ericka with no probs. it was so nice to see an old friend! the eiffel tower was pure madness, as they had a big screen set up on the champs de mars showing rugby highlights, and (im assuming) the game later on last nig
ht. i felt like i was in madison. there were drunk crazy englishmen and -women running around, dressed up in god only knows what. madison, right? it was pretty cool to see people throwing around a rugby ball in front of the eiffel tower. ericka and i made our way past the madness and toward l'ecole militaire and onto place de la concorde. we stopped for a crepe f
or a very grumpy old lady - she said she didnt have nutella, but there clearly was a full jar in the window...display only? we passed over my favorite bridge in paris, pont alexandre III, the beautiful gilded bridge from russia. the sun was setting over paris and it was tres magnifiq
ue! i showed ericka the champs elysees, and being tourists, we ran our high-heeled feet to the middle of the champs and clung onto a stop sign for dear life so that she could get photos of l'arc de triomphe on the one side, and the beautiful ferris wheel on the other end. i pointed some things out in place de la concorde, and especially made not of the fountains where andi sacs throws her phone at the end of 'the devil wears prada.' we searched for an atm for me to get cash, were uns
uccessful, but made our way back to concorde to see the eiffel tower twinkle at 8. beautiful. i had not seen it twinkle until last night. it was one of those pinch-me-im-in-paris moments. i wanted to show her sacre coeur at night, and even though i despise the montmartre area and the fucking steps that are necessary to climb to get from the metro to sacre coeur, we proceeded. funny how i forgot that the one still really fucked up metro line was the 12, which would take us directly to tha
t area. it was packed, i again thought that i would puncture a lung with my elbow (or someone else's elbow), and i was more than happy to get off, even if it meant climbing stairs. christ, even getting out of the metro meant climbing stairs forever. then the real fun began. i will not elaborate on my bitching about the stairs, just know that they are s
everely hated, but also that we made it up successfully and sacre coeur was all lit up and just as beautiful as ever. there was a little open-mic sort of thing set up on the stairs in front of the basilica, and american songs were being sung. very fun. we watched the tower sparkle again at nine, and then made our down the stairs (halle-fucking-lujah) and back to my apartment. a bottle of wine was split, old memories were shared, and really just a good time was had. we had planned to go out for the rugby game, but my feet hated me from looking chic in heels all day, and after that wine was opened, i wasnt going anywhere. and as for the rugby game? south africa won. thank you, google.
Friday, October 19, 2007
vampires: beware.
i would like to fully dedicate this post to my dear friend courtney.
as i am still feeling like shit today, and as i do not feel like venturing out to beg a pharmacist for antibiotics (i dont look miserable enough - i know i would not get them), i turned to my most trusted, reliable source for information...the internet. yes, when a google has a problem, she turns to google. 'sinus infection cures' brought up hundreds of responses. its amazing how many people suffer from my woes. everyone has their own little cure-alls, from cayenne to honey to garlic to god only knows. i found one that said to boil a bunch of onions and garlic and cayenne and ginger. i did not have ginger or cayenne, but i do have garlic and onions. and i had picked up some chicken bullion cubes (mmm, tasty) yesterday, so i decided to concoct a soup. before i decided to concoct my soup, however, i decided to peel a clove of garlic, slice it in a few pieces, and top a piece of swedish toast with some chevre and fresh garlic. yowza. when they say 'that will clear your sinuses,' they aren't fooling around. one clove down. i then proceeded onto the soup. i do believe i put somewhere near eight or nine cloves of garlic, all just cut into three or four big chunks. i added a half a red onion, some shallots, a couple carrots (for color), and two delicious chicken bullion cubes. while it was cooking, i ran down to my new boulangerie and picked up a pain aux cereales, a delicious loaf of bread, chock full of nutty goodness. when my soup was finished, i dumped in some ementhal cheese, cuz that's how the french would do it, and ate my potent little lunch. it wasn't all disgusting, i definitely have been tasting garlic all afternoon, but i hope it helps. i read online that garlic is a natural 'anti-fungal.' im not sure if i have a fungus in my nose, but whatever is up there does not stand a chance against all this garlic.
now for the real fun. brace yourselves, friends. i have done what i never imagined i would do. i irrigated my nasal passages. no, this is not some sort of sick, sexual endeavor. one generally uses a device called a neti-pot. well, as i do not have one of these and do not feel like going back to my neighborhood pharmacy to be sold more fucking caffeine pills in hopes of finding a neti-pot, i opted to use what i had. i found myself a teapot and washed that baby out. some warm water, salt, and a few attempts later, i was successfully cleansing my nasal cavities. for a very entertaining demonstration of such a feat, click below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQm7YpxgOnA
for the time being, i can breathe! ill keep you posted on the jolly fun times i am having. and if you have any of your own cure-all remedies, do send them way.
as i am still feeling like shit today, and as i do not feel like venturing out to beg a pharmacist for antibiotics (i dont look miserable enough - i know i would not get them), i turned to my most trusted, reliable source for information...the internet. yes, when a google has a problem, she turns to google. 'sinus infection cures' brought up hundreds of responses. its amazing how many people suffer from my woes. everyone has their own little cure-alls, from cayenne to honey to garlic to god only knows. i found one that said to boil a bunch of onions and garlic and cayenne and ginger. i did not have ginger or cayenne, but i do have garlic and onions. and i had picked up some chicken bullion cubes (mmm, tasty) yesterday, so i decided to concoct a soup. before i decided to concoct my soup, however, i decided to peel a clove of garlic, slice it in a few pieces, and top a piece of swedish toast with some chevre and fresh garlic. yowza. when they say 'that will clear your sinuses,' they aren't fooling around. one clove down. i then proceeded onto the soup. i do believe i put somewhere near eight or nine cloves of garlic, all just cut into three or four big chunks. i added a half a red onion, some shallots, a couple carrots (for color), and two delicious chicken bullion cubes. while it was cooking, i ran down to my new boulangerie and picked up a pain aux cereales, a delicious loaf of bread, chock full of nutty goodness. when my soup was finished, i dumped in some ementhal cheese, cuz that's how the french would do it, and ate my potent little lunch. it wasn't all disgusting, i definitely have been tasting garlic all afternoon, but i hope it helps. i read online that garlic is a natural 'anti-fungal.' im not sure if i have a fungus in my nose, but whatever is up there does not stand a chance against all this garlic.
now for the real fun. brace yourselves, friends. i have done what i never imagined i would do. i irrigated my nasal passages. no, this is not some sort of sick, sexual endeavor. one generally uses a device called a neti-pot. well, as i do not have one of these and do not feel like going back to my neighborhood pharmacy to be sold more fucking caffeine pills in hopes of finding a neti-pot, i opted to use what i had. i found myself a teapot and washed that baby out. some warm water, salt, and a few attempts later, i was successfully cleansing my nasal cavities. for a very entertaining demonstration of such a feat, click below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQm7YpxgOnA
for the time being, i can breathe! ill keep you posted on the jolly fun times i am having. and if you have any of your own cure-all remedies, do send them way.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
give me drugs or give me death.
that jolly time of year has come...kendra's fall dose of sinusitis. at this time last year, i was in paris. this time around, im in paris again. last year: drugs were easily had. this year: i tell the pharmacist that i am tired and feel like shit and tell him that my face hurts and that im coughing up yellow stuff (desolee for the visual) and what do i get? some powder to mix with water that will magically cure my woes, and (drum roll, please), fucking caffeine pills. yes, caffeine. as if i need any more of that. of course i do not realize that they are caffeine pills while i am there as the box does not magically say CAFFEINE PILLS in big bold letters - it simply looks like a box that will contain my cure. if i still feel like hell tomorrow, i am going to rue oberkampf to my old pharmacie and i will find the woman who gave me prescriptions twice last year. ten euros and i had myself two boxes of amoxicillyn and a bottle of nasal spray; this time around, twenty euros and i have caffeine pills. eh, at least they'll be helpful during exam time when i return in spring. you really never know what you're gonna get when you go to the pharmacie here. i wonder if i flat out said, give me strong drugs, he would have given them to me. ha, he said these were strong (i asked for something stronger and he said these were strong enough). i want something to knock me on my ass, pass out for two days, and wake up and say, "wow, i love my neighborhood pharmacist. she makes me feel better."
i did not go to work today. there is a metro strike that started last night at 8 and is continuing through today, possibly into the weekend. if it is going on tomorrow, i will have to walk to work - a good two hour stroll. actually, mappy.fr said it would take two hours; im guessing that they use someone who actually has a decent pace, not a saunter such as yours truly has. i hope the strike ends quickly so i can take my favorite mode of transportation (riiiiiite) - the fabulous metro. an interesting thing was seen today in the parisian streets as a result of this strike: an ATV. yes, parked in between the bicycles and motorcycles that zip down the parisian streets was a big honkin' 4-wheeler. i wonder where they live and where this vehicle is normally stored. i just do not really see why one would have a need for such a contraption in paris - do they go zipping through the bois du bolougne or vincennes? do they haul bails of hay? i was just very confused by this.
in addition to the metro strike, nicolas sarkozy got another blow; he and his chic wife have officially filed for divorce. oh snap! maybe his broken heart will decide to give the metro workers what they want.
as i was in franprix today buying juices and soups, i had some good memories. i bought some bonne maman rhubarb jam (which i am very excited to try!) and i thought of dear lana, as we used to eat bonne maman jam on fresh baguette with real butter when we were pissed off at life. i also walked down a whole aisle of chocolate-covered biscuits and bought a box of le petit skateboarder (sorry, i dont know the translation for skateboarder now, and do not feel like getting up to look at the box for the correct mot), rather than le petit ecolier, and couldn't help but reminisce about me and my darling friend richard eating such biscuits. america does not have enough biscuits. too many cookies. dear george bush: i would like america to have more biscuits. there are too many oreos. sincerely, kendra.
now, on a very very very happily wonderful note, i would like to announce that my wo
nderful friend leslie will be coming to visit yours truly on december 14. the countdown is on. i wonder if i could find a cool countdown clock like my new time clocks. (god, im a computer genius!)
nderful friend leslie will be coming to visit yours truly on december 14. the countdown is on. i wonder if i could find a cool countdown clock like my new time clocks. (god, im a computer genius!)ok, it is now time for me to heat up some red wine and watch a movie. ive decided that vin chaud is my new solution to everything...it will loosen my cough and put me to sleep. what could really be better? (oh yeah, feeling healthy!)
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
a spoonful of nutella makes the day go down
aren't i clever? it is tuesday night, i am exhausted, my feet are swollen and full of blisters (i think they may actually start getting infected), and all i want to do (besides eat nutella) is go to sleep. work is good, but it is such a busy time. i never really had much of a decompression time to just get adjusted. oh well, nothing like getting thrown into the chaos all at once. haha, when i left tonight, the secretary just looked at me and laughed. i looked at her and seriously almost cried when i said, "i am so happy to leave!" it's not that the job is bad (cuz it's not!), but i am just not to having this kind of schedule. yeah, its great to come home and not have homework to do, but i do have some work tonight and frankly i really enjoy going to sleep at 3 am and getting up at noon. and man, not getting paid for this is rough. being an intern is rough. eh, such is life.
i did see a whole crew of pompiers (paris paramedics, basically) on the metro today. they were going to go workout. they were just darling in their matching uniforms. i think it's a requirement to be sexy to be a pompier.
i took the metro to the eiffel tower for lunch. i normally eat in the cafeteria, but it was a lovely day and i needed some fresh air and sunshine. i ate my little cheese and veggie sandwich with the eiffel tower booming behind me. i bought a cone of pistachio gelato on my way back. it made me smile. and the guy who served it to me did, too, as i could not say what i needed to say but he knew i was trying and thought it was cute. and i appreciated that smile.
ive also noticed that i am far from a tourist now. it's nice. i am scared, however, that i am going to return and realize that ive turned into a bitch. big cities will do that to you. i dont want to be the unpaid, poor, jaded intern.
my new favorite song is 'nature' by talib kweli and featuring justin timberlake. jt just rocks my world. oh britney...sucka.
i did see a whole crew of pompiers (paris paramedics, basically) on the metro today. they were going to go workout. they were just darling in their matching uniforms. i think it's a requirement to be sexy to be a pompier.
i took the metro to the eiffel tower for lunch. i normally eat in the cafeteria, but it was a lovely day and i needed some fresh air and sunshine. i ate my little cheese and veggie sandwich with the eiffel tower booming behind me. i bought a cone of pistachio gelato on my way back. it made me smile. and the guy who served it to me did, too, as i could not say what i needed to say but he knew i was trying and thought it was cute. and i appreciated that smile.
ive also noticed that i am far from a tourist now. it's nice. i am scared, however, that i am going to return and realize that ive turned into a bitch. big cities will do that to you. i dont want to be the unpaid, poor, jaded intern.
my new favorite song is 'nature' by talib kweli and featuring justin timberlake. jt just rocks my world. oh britney...sucka.
Monday, October 15, 2007
jiminey crickets! i am pooped!
holy merde, i am so tired. i went to sleep far too late last night (dont ask) and even slept in a little, but i am spent. work was good, very busy, as will be the case for at least the next three weeks. on my lunch, i searched for a poste. i was hell bent on finding one, but as i was running out of time, i began to give up. but then, wham, i saw one. yay. i have stamps. and you will have postcards soon.
on my way home from work, i decided to take a new route home, so as to avoid the huge fucking chatelet metro station (i hate chatelet, it is always busy, and it is always swarming with damn gypsy kids trying to steal your money). i avoid chatelet like the plague. well, the first metro line i took, i only needed to go one stop. and then to transfer - this should be easy right? well, fuck, i accidentally got on the same line i had just gotten off of, so i ended up back where i started. ah well, i wanted to see how this new route worked out, and i must say, it's better than going through chatelet.
no really good metro stories to report. there was an accordian player on one of my metros. and i heard a guy playing the bagpipes in the republique station. i definitely turned off my ipod to listen to him. this is part of why i love paris - you never know what is around the next corner, what trouble you're gonna get yourself into. always an adventure.
on that note, im going to sleep. gross i have to be to work early tomorrow, and for the next three weeks. let the chaos begin!
on my way home from work, i decided to take a new route home, so as to avoid the huge fucking chatelet metro station (i hate chatelet, it is always busy, and it is always swarming with damn gypsy kids trying to steal your money). i avoid chatelet like the plague. well, the first metro line i took, i only needed to go one stop. and then to transfer - this should be easy right? well, fuck, i accidentally got on the same line i had just gotten off of, so i ended up back where i started. ah well, i wanted to see how this new route worked out, and i must say, it's better than going through chatelet.
no really good metro stories to report. there was an accordian player on one of my metros. and i heard a guy playing the bagpipes in the republique station. i definitely turned off my ipod to listen to him. this is part of why i love paris - you never know what is around the next corner, what trouble you're gonna get yourself into. always an adventure.
on that note, im going to sleep. gross i have to be to work early tomorrow, and for the next three weeks. let the chaos begin!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
i read 'the alchemist' this past summer. i have always believed that everyone has a true calling and that they need to figure it out and go after it, but this book really solidified that view. but now, however, i wonder if there is a true place for one to have, to call home and really feel like they belong. i certainly have not figured out what my true calling is, but my true place to be is certainly paris.
i began my d
ay with a delicious little petit-dejeuner made by yours truly, followed by a trip to the notre dame area. i got off at rambuteau to pick up some postcards from my favorite papeterie (seriously, i have spent way too many euros there). i then (successfully) made my way towards the seine, but (unsuccessfully) could not find the area that i wanted to be at, which was right around notre dame. see, there are all of these super cheapo tourist shops that have these super cheapo scarves that look cute with everything, so i wanted to increase my collection. i ended up making a big loop, and when i was back at cite, i realized that i had gone right instead of left at the seine the first time around. so left i went and wham, i found notre dame and all of these little shops. paris is a pretty busy place on any given (sun)day, but nowadays it is truly insane; the rugby world cup has been going on the last few days and it is continuing into this week. france lost to england last night, kind of triste, i must say. anyway, these shops are filled with these big honkin rugby guys and their coaches and fans. i did have some very sexy rugby players catcall me while i walked past. normally this is disgusting, but rugby players are just so sexy. so muscular, raar...
ay with a delicious little petit-dejeuner made by yours truly, followed by a trip to the notre dame area. i got off at rambuteau to pick up some postcards from my favorite papeterie (seriously, i have spent way too many euros there). i then (successfully) made my way towards the seine, but (unsuccessfully) could not find the area that i wanted to be at, which was right around notre dame. see, there are all of these super cheapo tourist shops that have these super cheapo scarves that look cute with everything, so i wanted to increase my collection. i ended up making a big loop, and when i was back at cite, i realized that i had gone right instead of left at the seine the first time around. so left i went and wham, i found notre dame and all of these little shops. paris is a pretty busy place on any given (sun)day, but nowadays it is truly insane; the rugby world cup has been going on the last few days and it is continuing into this week. france lost to england last night, kind of triste, i must say. anyway, these shops are filled with these big honkin rugby guys and their coaches and fans. i did have some very sexy rugby players catcall me while i walked past. normally this is disgusting, but rugby players are just so sexy. so muscular, raar... alas, i have gotten off topic. i found notre dame, i found my scarves, i found a park behind notre dame. i sat there, wrote out my postcards (if you are one of twenty lucky winners, look in your m
ail sometime within the next week or two!) and just took it all in. i could smell the roses growing behind me. i could hear birds chirping away. and i could hear little french children speaking in french. there was even a little garcon who kept running around my bench, looking at something behind a tree. he was darling. so cute that i would consider going to jail for kidnapping..hahahah, just kidding! but i think you could take the ugliest child and put some french words in his/her mouth and i would think they were cute. hell, you could do that with just about any man...um, wait, no. that's a lie. anyway....
ail sometime within the next week or two!) and just took it all in. i could smell the roses growing behind me. i could hear birds chirping away. and i could hear little french children speaking in french. there was even a little garcon who kept running around my bench, looking at something behind a tree. he was darling. so cute that i would consider going to jail for kidnapping..hahahah, just kidding! but i think you could take the ugliest child and put some french words in his/her mouth and i would think they were cute. hell, you could do that with just about any man...um, wait, no. that's a lie. anyway....after writing out my cards, i strolled a bit farther to the east on the right bank and eventually ended up going towards 
the bastille and on blvd beaumarchais. i tired from walking in my heels (i decided to look chic today, and chic i did look), so i jumped on the metro and headed to republique. see, i wanted to stop at my favorite little creperie/boulangerie and see if they remembered me. once i was finally at rue oberkampf, i made my way there, and sure enough, same family, same everything, just how i remembered it the last time i was there in december. i ordered a fromage et tomate (lana, you can stop drooling now) and it was amazing. they put extra cheese on the outside of the crepe while it is cooking and it gets all crispy and amazing. i meandered back to my house, tired and sweaty as ill get out, and sat down with a large glass of wine and my crepe. it was a good ten minutes of pure, innocent pleasure. the way the emmenthal cheese smells when it is cooking on a crepe wheel will always remind me of the "circle crepe/panini place" on rue oberkampf. heaven. i love that place. i love the family who runs it.
the bastille and on blvd beaumarchais. i tired from walking in my heels (i decided to look chic today, and chic i did look), so i jumped on the metro and headed to republique. see, i wanted to stop at my favorite little creperie/boulangerie and see if they remembered me. once i was finally at rue oberkampf, i made my way there, and sure enough, same family, same everything, just how i remembered it the last time i was there in december. i ordered a fromage et tomate (lana, you can stop drooling now) and it was amazing. they put extra cheese on the outside of the crepe while it is cooking and it gets all crispy and amazing. i meandered back to my house, tired and sweaty as ill get out, and sat down with a large glass of wine and my crepe. it was a good ten minutes of pure, innocent pleasure. the way the emmenthal cheese smells when it is cooking on a crepe wheel will always remind me of the "circle crepe/panini place" on rue oberkampf. heaven. i love that place. i love the family who runs it. and here i am, a bit drunk, very tired, and not really wanting to work for the next five days. b
ut then i will have two days to play. i live for the weekends.
ut then i will have two days to play. i live for the weekends.oh i bought a plant, too. it has little purple flowers. if you would like to place a bet on how long it will take me to kill it, you can post your comment at the bottom. (and if anyone has advice on how to keep it from dying, post that, too.)
throw throw throw your motherfuckin' hands...
important news: kanye west is coming to paris. i am hopefully going. and even more importantly, it's at the zenith, which is tres pres to where i habites.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
cribs. parisian style.
dear friends-
bitches, im fierce, yo.
boulevard de la villette
clean (but wet) laundry
hi, my name is mickey mouse, and this is my key. i also drink wine and eat baguette.
if you visit, this is what you get to use to take a shower.
my chaussures have their own shelf.
mi cocina
where the magic happens. haha i wish.
my apartment will be clean when you come to visit.
sincerely,
minou
minou
bitches, im fierce, yo.
boulevard de la villette
clean (but wet) laundry
hi, my name is mickey mouse, and this is my key. i also drink wine and eat baguette.
yay, i have shutters so claude can't see me now.
if you visit, this is what you get to use to take a shower.
my chaussures have their own shelf.
mi cocina
my little living room. there is a clic-clac bed to the right.
where the magic happens. haha i wish.
it's super fun to pee on the diagonal.
hugs and kisses from paris!!!!!!
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