Absinthe Extra-Supérieure J. Édouard Pernot.

[sbuscemi]

Sadie Frost uber alles. I hope you are happy, if you complain about being after the title I will fly to London and marry you

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[barrymore_drew]

I'm like that with beds and bedrooms and hotel suites, instead of cities. The sheets on the bed, the scent the paintings on the wall and shade of carpet.

Everyone hates LA which annoys me because it seems like the in thing to do. I think it's just like everywhere else, there are assholes all over the world and if we moved to Tulsa or the moon the same shit would happen all over again.

[sbuscemi]

I probably would be too if I was not so concentrated on the bed and the sex.

It's only natural to hate the city that you live in, but don't I deserve some slack for hating Paris and Rome too? The moon would be an awful place to live on, people would obviously complain about the lack of air and gravity; we should send prisoners there so that they die from loss of bone-mass.

[barrymore_drew]

There is always time between bouts.

I don't hate it and I often feel like the only one. It's home to me, I see as many good things as I do bad about it. I think there are things to dislike about any and every city. I'll give you credit for Paris, but only because it's one of my least favorite cities too. Next time I write my senator I'll suggest the prisoners on the moon thing.

[sbuscemi]

I've never thought about it that way, maybe you could show me sometime?

I'm sure you're not, a trend is a trend I guess. It has really gone downhill since I moved here, I always manage to find I place that I would rather live, but when I visit it there are too many new things to criticize. If I didn't have awful habits to support I would probably never go to Paris. Why don't you just write Arnold? He'll understand.

[christina_ricci]

Hélas... My disenchantment with Paris grew to monumental proportions upon the discovery of dog-merde on my 4" Louis Vuitton pumps. I hereby cloak the unlocking apparatus to my home beneath the coconut straw welcome mat in silent hope you may put it to good use.

[sbuscemi]

A woman can't walk the street of Paris without a good pair of fuck-me pumps, whatever did you do? You should know that I'm insane enough to fly back to New York for you. Maybe I'll iron my assless chaps and surprise you sometime next week.

[christina_ricci]

I grimaced disapprovingly and trudged through the Italian quarter, discreetly wiping myself against any decent-looking chap wearing corduroys. Although my ankles harbor terrible blisters, I rest more easily knowing my Vuittons no longer smell of animal waste.

Steven, Steven. Don't play insaneoid with me, I may be breaking into a sweat.

[sbuscemi]

Revenge always feels better when it's on the French. Spray painting curses on the Eiffel Tower and plotting whore crusades is a real treat.

But it's the only card I have, Christina. I may or may not have just bought a plane ticket.

[s_frost]

You could have made me your mood at the very least. You are awful in the worst sort of way. I'm going to LA with a friend. Please tell me you'll be there when I get there.

[sbuscemi]

To make you the mood you would have had to update for me. You are lovely in the most awful ways. I will be at the airport to pick you up, when will you be arriving?