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Apr 10, 2008 16:30

bonjour de paris.

since moving to new york, paris doesn't seem as foreign. the metro, the hustle and bustle, the different languages...very similar. the strange thing is i don't speak the same language as the waiters, but this time it's my fault. i am using my french un peu, but my family here enjoys using their english, so whatever.

it's been a rough trip thus far, i shant lie. gilana always wanted to live here, she loved it here. we definitely miss her.

no go on the observership. so much for having my hopes up since november. this means something far greater will happen. though it's starting to get tough. so many rejections. maybe karma will turn in my direction soon.

wish i could rock out with all of the 'on the town' peeps. break legs.

a beintot,
david
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