j'adore ma vie
so celeste's first night out at une des meilleurs boite de nuit de paris:
i'm with my friend fred and we're dancing at some club with this brooklyn hip hop announcer, who notices us and bam! in VIP. so i'm sitting with jeru the something or other (damager i beleive) and his entourage drinking my drinks and thinking about how cool i am. i love france because i dance better than black girls. anyway, to make a long story short, trying to explain my name to some rapper, i take his marker to write it out and no, it isn't a marker. and everyone sees a joint falling from my hand as i opened "soucio t"'s weed stash. whoops. afterwards, some guy comes over to the table and jeru and his crew don't speak french and ask me to tell the guy to fuck off and he can't be in VIP and all of that. so i kindly ask the guy his name and inform him of the situation and he just laughs at me and refuses to leave. i get really pissed off and along with a whole lotta "i'm hanging out with rappers thus in ghettofabulous mood" additude create a bit of a scene. turns out this guy is their german driver and a friend of theirs and this is just one of the little jokes they play on the random bitches they pick up on tour all of the time. fabulous. so i sit down and they pass me the j so i calm my ass down and start dancing again. so this girl comes up to me and asks if i can help her translate. basically one of the guys in the jeru crew wanted to fuck her. so i tell her, listen you know, if you don't want to sit down and talk to this dude all night and pretend he's cute and funny and let him fuck you later (and i was certain she didn't you should have seen this guy) you should leave this area................................................... to fonish later but by the end of the night, due to a horrible midunderstanding and a mix up of cough drops and xtc, i now have a horrible reputation already;
i'm with my friend fred and we're dancing at some club with this brooklyn hip hop announcer, who notices us and bam! in VIP. so i'm sitting with jeru the something or other (damager i beleive) and his entourage drinking my drinks and thinking about how cool i am. i love france because i dance better than black girls. anyway, to make a long story short, trying to explain my name to some rapper, i take his marker to write it out and no, it isn't a marker. and everyone sees a joint falling from my hand as i opened "soucio t"'s weed stash. whoops. afterwards, some guy comes over to the table and jeru and his crew don't speak french and ask me to tell the guy to fuck off and he can't be in VIP and all of that. so i kindly ask the guy his name and inform him of the situation and he just laughs at me and refuses to leave. i get really pissed off and along with a whole lotta "i'm hanging out with rappers thus in ghettofabulous mood" additude create a bit of a scene. turns out this guy is their german driver and a friend of theirs and this is just one of the little jokes they play on the random bitches they pick up on tour all of the time. fabulous. so i sit down and they pass me the j so i calm my ass down and start dancing again. so this girl comes up to me and asks if i can help her translate. basically one of the guys in the jeru crew wanted to fuck her. so i tell her, listen you know, if you don't want to sit down and talk to this dude all night and pretend he's cute and funny and let him fuck you later (and i was certain she didn't you should have seen this guy) you should leave this area................................................... to fonish later but by the end of the night, due to a horrible midunderstanding and a mix up of cough drops and xtc, i now have a horrible reputation already;