i gave you a house and you didn't haunt it

[somadream]

so has anybody seen how unbelievably craptacular the Coachella lineup is for this year? it is such a shitcan compared to last year... i think there were about two people i was interested in seeing: the Raveonettes and Roots Manuva. good job you fucking wealthy ass desertified whores-- killing the nervous systems of tens of thousands of dehydrated

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who wantz my bray-ead?

[wutheringheight]

Rosemary, come back to Europe, please. I miss you. Speaking of East German films, our German language assistant (Jana Schulz) is from the ex-DDR (or the ex-RDA, strangely, in French). She has regaled us with stories of having two telephones per neighborhood, batteries and incredibly hot plastic goods engraved with Cyrillic lettering. Bananas, as you may know, were only available in the Eastern Bloc at Christmastime, and the only legal source of oranges was Cuba. If you haven't already, I strongly urge you to see "Goodbye Lenin". Because the Baltic Sea is warmer than the North Sea, tourists from "the West" were shocked to see their East German counterparts sunbathing topless. The list goes on.

Anyhow, back to you. It sounded as if you had a smashing (and smashed) 21 run that, thankfully, is a work still in progress. Drunken, stumbling Rosemary is what the world needs now. Plus, hello, Livia. How could hot have possibly gotten any hotter? Rosemary, Livia, Pho Bang, alcohol? 'Nuff said, shit. I would take a heady night looking over the crowd from the Baltic Room balcony over coping with undertalented French fags and steely-eyed xenophobic lesbians.
Plus, you have bunnies. And some of them are brown. It's fun when some things are brown, wouldn't you agree?

As for me, things around here are, well, French. Lyon continues to be beautiful, lecherous, ridiculous and not lacking for bodies of water. I have transcribed two of Brandy's greatest hits for our Laotian waitress friend hell bent on learning our frumpy mother tongue... blonde racist lady continues to give Arabs (and Turks, I learned) the cold shoulder. Vincent is not talking to me and Janette is slowly learning English but still much the human hurricane. We have a pet canary now, whom she adores, and last night her chair broke while she was sitting on it.

Since this has turned into a journal entry in itself, I fold here, but I want bread... and I miss you, girl! Sha.

love
kris

i want yo breaaaaaaaad

[somadream]

i am going to shoot myself. plain and simple.

damn it, i would rather be dancing to the shittiest SHITTIEST disco, than just sitting around here watching my life crumble like so many loaves of brioche.

yours,
rosemary

Re: i want yo breaaaaaaaad

[somadream]

okay. i'm being melodramatic. it's not that bad. i will write you something real later, i promise!!