when work really sucks and you have to stay until 6 even though you really dont have to stay until 6...

...stay until 6, leave, turn on some goo goo dolls (old stuff, circa my freshman year of hs), and be surprised at what happens. tonight...what happened? i left. i listened. and i saw the eiffel tower twinkle! i was in a pissy mood all day, as i am an intern, and interns dont always get the most respect (or work, for that matter). i wanted to leave all day. i left for lunch with a girlfriend, and the thought of running off to a wine bar and getting drunk all afternoon sounded so much more appealing. but alas, i returned. ugh. but when i left this evening and saw the twinkling tour eiffel peeking through the buildlings in the 16th, i knew that i was being rewarded for sucking it up and watching the clock all afternoon.

the metro was packed, making for some excellent people watching. one very young girl caught my eye. totally parisian, totally chic, totally dying to be an adult. this girl had to have been 14, maybe 15, max, and the makeup on her face would have been overkill for a cheap 60-year old prostitute. she was darling, from the side at least. when i saw her face-on, i thought, oh dear lord, please learn how to use eyeliner. and please learn the saying, 'less is more.' the one thing she really did know how to do was dress. i bet her mother is some really foxy 45-year old woman who is just utterly chic and thin. ive decided that metro girl smokes a half of a pack of ciggies everyday, that she lives by the bastille, and that she is having sex to keep up with her peers. she entered the metro with a male friend - he is in love with her, but she is in love with an older man, the french equivalent of a senior (he's just a sophomore). she tells him all of her exploits with jean-christophe (her old bf) and his heart breaks a little bit with each tale. one day jean-christophe will exploite claudette (that's her name, ive decided) a bit too much and she will run to (jean-paul) (she loves her jeans, almost as much as her levis...) and cry her eyes out and then look at him and realize that she loves him and he will look back into those teary eyes and say, 'claudette, i love you, let's run off to spain together.' and she will say, 'mais oui,' because claudette would not express her love in anglais. voila, c'est mon histoire pour ce soir.

and non, i am not on any drugs. and i have not had anything to drink.

just a half a can of paprika pringles, some apple juice, and a big dish of sauteed vegetables. my boulangerie is closed on tuesday. i forgot. sad.