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Ok so i haven't posted in a million zillion years.
AND this post is me whining about a problem i have.
and the problem is so ridiculous i fully expect everyone to say 'suck it up you whiny bitch'
HOWEVER i intend to proceed (look on it as me venting)
I am honest to goodnessly pining for Paris. it sounds ridiculous but i am. stupid hannah and stupid claire and stupid richard were all over there recently and i wasn't. i sound spoiled and annoying but its the truth. i want to go and stay in the apartment we no longer have, sit on the cherry sofas, eat a raspberry tart from the patisserie across the street and ashamed as i am to say it, walk past Franck and giggle. i want to have crepes, i want to be able to wear my coat without being just a touch too warm, i want to go on tons and tons of old fashioned carousels, i want to go to laduree and have macaroons, i want tapenade dammit.
maybe its knowing there is a little jar of it not only in Australia, but only a 20 minute drive from my house....only problem is i have had work or uni every day for the past two weeks and i want my fucking tapenade.
I want to go to Shakespeare and Co, and if i hadn't already found Pylones, i would want to drag someone on a four hour walk along the left bank looking for a certain arrangement of shops that would signal my shop was near. it has gotten to pathetic i am rereading Almost French, French Spirits, but someone hit me over the head with a large mallet if i reach for Azur Like It. You would think this would be encouraging me to do my french assignments. not so. instead i indulge in a bit of ridiculous self pity and a dosage of trashy books.
i am fully aware this is the most ridiculous thing ever written on the internet (except maybe some of the stuff on Pamela Anderson's blog which i found out about in Who) but i dont care.
AND this post is me whining about a problem i have.
and the problem is so ridiculous i fully expect everyone to say 'suck it up you whiny bitch'
HOWEVER i intend to proceed (look on it as me venting)
I am honest to goodnessly pining for Paris. it sounds ridiculous but i am. stupid hannah and stupid claire and stupid richard were all over there recently and i wasn't. i sound spoiled and annoying but its the truth. i want to go and stay in the apartment we no longer have, sit on the cherry sofas, eat a raspberry tart from the patisserie across the street and ashamed as i am to say it, walk past Franck and giggle. i want to have crepes, i want to be able to wear my coat without being just a touch too warm, i want to go on tons and tons of old fashioned carousels, i want to go to laduree and have macaroons, i want tapenade dammit.
maybe its knowing there is a little jar of it not only in Australia, but only a 20 minute drive from my house....only problem is i have had work or uni every day for the past two weeks and i want my fucking tapenade.
I want to go to Shakespeare and Co, and if i hadn't already found Pylones, i would want to drag someone on a four hour walk along the left bank looking for a certain arrangement of shops that would signal my shop was near. it has gotten to pathetic i am rereading Almost French, French Spirits, but someone hit me over the head with a large mallet if i reach for Azur Like It. You would think this would be encouraging me to do my french assignments. not so. instead i indulge in a bit of ridiculous self pity and a dosage of trashy books.
i am fully aware this is the most ridiculous thing ever written on the internet (except maybe some of the stuff on Pamela Anderson's blog which i found out about in Who) but i dont care.