There will be words, or there will be death. One or the other.
My physical person has been back from France and the Low Countries for about a day and a half now. My bodyclock is somewhere over the mid-Atlantic, throwing every incorrect clog and lever and making me feel pretty wretched. My mind, having been jarred free for almost two weeks from going about my general business of working every day and hoarding funds is Spinning Wildly with the possibility that maybe my life may not be in a terminal deathspin at the age of 23.
Anyway,
Little known facts about Paris:
-It really is very beautiful
-The French have a righteous and wonderful sense of style in most things
-The metro in Paris is a fantastic odyssey of urine and sweat smells
-The 10th Arrondissement, while bursting with incredible Indian food, is probably a place to get most surely knifed for scuffing a dudes Puma.
-There's other things that are slipping my mind.
I, uh, intended to write something here that would get me closer to five hundered words. My intentions very rarely match my output, but it would be for the best if you loved me anyway.
Anyway,
Little known facts about Paris:
-It really is very beautiful
-The French have a righteous and wonderful sense of style in most things
-The metro in Paris is a fantastic odyssey of urine and sweat smells
-The 10th Arrondissement, while bursting with incredible Indian food, is probably a place to get most surely knifed for scuffing a dudes Puma.
-There's other things that are slipping my mind.
I, uh, intended to write something here that would get me closer to five hundered words. My intentions very rarely match my output, but it would be for the best if you loved me anyway.