you make me feel this way.

and everything i can't remember, as fucked up as it all may seem
the consequences that i've rendered... i've gone and fucked things up again.

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this is chaos. i hate the hotel telephone, it won't let me call anyone. some numbers given to me, like amanda's starts with a nine, and so does the operator service, so it keeps fucking up. thank god for persistence because i've managed to land myself a date with mr. morris. and he has a singaporean cell number, so we WILL hook up with amanda OR I ( Read more... )

my landlady is really a piece of work. as you can imagine, she is a terrible nightmare of a person - because i avoid her all the time and whenever i begin talking about her my shoulders shlump and i look a little more like the grinch. i plot her demise daily and sometimes i wish she fell down the stairs by accident but that's a bit mean. i know. ( Read more... )

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here's to us...

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well, this is my life. so if it sounds too fantastic to you, well i suggest you try and find your own damn piece of FABULOUS somewhere else. and by the way my dear, BAGUETTE is spelled this way. and since when am i a baguette toting beatnik? i'm a typical girl who is in awe of a big city. i can't help it if my friends and i live in the most ( Read more... )

( bernardo's weekend in paris (in pictures) )

last night, the girls and i went to this integration party sponsored by dani and carmela's school, IPAG. although i had met a lot of their friends already, there were still quite the number of people who showed up that i didn't know. the worst thing about it is that this all started at eleven pm - but since we came only at one, we had to wait 20 ( Read more... )