I think it goes without saying, this has been an interesting week for me. I'm glad it has come to an end. In honor of ending the week of Dec. 4, 2006 I had a nice cry. After all of my relaxation, shakes, and frustration (those things don't seem to mix), I gave my ducts some exercise. Reasons available upon request.
I'm thinking I should take my pennies and move to Paris. The French will hate me for the first six months, but once I immerse myself in Parisian culture they'll love me--their little black swan. Nicholas sent me a link to style.com to which Scott Schuman, author of the beloved satorialist, contributes. I viewed a few of his photos from Paris Fashion week and decided that I had to be apart of that fashion parade. Wow, those people pull out all of the stops and really embrace the season. California style is boring, uneventful, and never leaves a lasting impression (look at those hollywood "it" girls).
I should really make a point at learning French (and taking it seriously). If I can't live there, perhaps I can visit soon. Change is always welcomed at my door. Just imagine it--me with no real job, a fabulous coat, great hair, before a really good looking French boy (yes, he'll be younger than I--a first) and a glass of Bordeaux.
"Liberté, égalité, fraternité, ou la mort!" ("Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death!")...the slogan of the French Revolution. Dramatic, yes. But very fitting.
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