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Howdy doody! WOW ah got loads to catch up on! I feel like when Gordon goes to Chicago for a week and brings me back CRAP YANKY STUFF and it's like Christmas!!!!
But anyway, yes, I'm alive, I breathe still! Oh the hours of torment I have spent trying to psychiclly connect and communicate with you people (Mkay so I don't know how you write psychically but you know what I mean, like with super new agey powers and yeah).
Things have been okay lately, although it just seems I get myself into ifferent types of shit over and over again. It's like the shit producing little men in the clouds send down the flavour of the month for me to try OVER AND OVER AGAIN! I got a fine for not having a bus ticket. I didn't think anyone would check at 11pm on a Thursday night but hey, I guess when you're called moi, things like that happen.
So I was just looking out the window, gazing out at the street urchins and drunks trying to brave the main road when all of a sudden, my razor sharp eagle eyes caught sight of a familiar dark green suit! YES, IT WAS A BUS TICKET CHECKING MAN!
My heart began to have severe intense palpitations, and I anxiously pressed the button. The bus screeched to a halt, and I stepped out into the night. The checking bloke goes ''Bonsoir Madmoiselle''. I'm like ''Don't you have a life???''
But I remained very cool and calm and sophisticated, and mature beyond my years.
After watching him attempt to write my name down properly (yes, I had to explain to him 6 times that 'Hannah' takes an 'H', and yes, it IS silent, and yes, I agree, it is pretty complicated isn't it, hehehe), I took my fine off him, and looked into his eyes, chilling him (hopefully) to the bone.
''As you are not yet 16, we will have to send a note to your parents.''
Ummm, HELLO???? How many 5 foot 8 12 year olds do you know, Monsieur???
But no. I am above petty, catty remarks, so I just pointed out that he had asked me 3 times for my birthdate and was so thick I had to actually write it down myself, and that in fact I was born in February of '87 as he could see from his records, so I AM in fact 16. ''Ah oui'', he said. I turned on my heel.
''Au revoir'', he called out.
Wasn't that thrilling????? I must admit, I kinda do get a rush out of it! I haven't got 80 francs to pay the fine, and I have 3 days to pay it otherwise they give my name to some place and I get a criminal record or something so I'm going to have to find someone to borrow it off. As Hitler would say: Oh mein gott! Scheisse!
But anyway, I miss you people, and I really hope you've all been happy!
JE VOUS AIME! ICH LIEBE (errrmmmm...) YOU!
But anyway, yes, I'm alive, I breathe still! Oh the hours of torment I have spent trying to psychiclly connect and communicate with you people (Mkay so I don't know how you write psychically but you know what I mean, like with super new agey powers and yeah).
Things have been okay lately, although it just seems I get myself into ifferent types of shit over and over again. It's like the shit producing little men in the clouds send down the flavour of the month for me to try OVER AND OVER AGAIN! I got a fine for not having a bus ticket. I didn't think anyone would check at 11pm on a Thursday night but hey, I guess when you're called moi, things like that happen.
So I was just looking out the window, gazing out at the street urchins and drunks trying to brave the main road when all of a sudden, my razor sharp eagle eyes caught sight of a familiar dark green suit! YES, IT WAS A BUS TICKET CHECKING MAN!
My heart began to have severe intense palpitations, and I anxiously pressed the button. The bus screeched to a halt, and I stepped out into the night. The checking bloke goes ''Bonsoir Madmoiselle''. I'm like ''Don't you have a life???''
But I remained very cool and calm and sophisticated, and mature beyond my years.
After watching him attempt to write my name down properly (yes, I had to explain to him 6 times that 'Hannah' takes an 'H', and yes, it IS silent, and yes, I agree, it is pretty complicated isn't it, hehehe), I took my fine off him, and looked into his eyes, chilling him (hopefully) to the bone.
''As you are not yet 16, we will have to send a note to your parents.''
Ummm, HELLO???? How many 5 foot 8 12 year olds do you know, Monsieur???
But no. I am above petty, catty remarks, so I just pointed out that he had asked me 3 times for my birthdate and was so thick I had to actually write it down myself, and that in fact I was born in February of '87 as he could see from his records, so I AM in fact 16. ''Ah oui'', he said. I turned on my heel.
''Au revoir'', he called out.
Wasn't that thrilling????? I must admit, I kinda do get a rush out of it! I haven't got 80 francs to pay the fine, and I have 3 days to pay it otherwise they give my name to some place and I get a criminal record or something so I'm going to have to find someone to borrow it off. As Hitler would say: Oh mein gott! Scheisse!
But anyway, I miss you people, and I really hope you've all been happy!
JE VOUS AIME! ICH LIEBE (errrmmmm...) YOU!