sitting at Demonia office and trying to finish up - er, start - this interview.
pain in the butt
needs to be done by tomorrow tho
my written french bites
it's been too long since i've had to write papers on rabelais n gargantua and le tartuffe n shit like that.
pfft
oh, for
the_vet:
dinner at the clown bar on the other hand was nice.
i'm eating a lot of chinese here.
been trying to lay off the rich patés and foie gras and steaks
ok, i did have the filet mignon du porc last nite
it began with a nice salad of mixed greens and nut oil (no, not that kind you dirty old man)
evil chocolate moellieux or something spelled like that to finish. baked little choc cake with soft melty goo-ness on the outside.
thomas rusch was the token german and tho there were plenty of french, no brits.
ooh and the streets were empty of people - almost. seems most left the city to take a quick holiday to commemorate the end of WW1.
the champs-elysée on the other hand had plenty of traffic and cops too
pfft
oh
and my boobs are getting kind of bigger.
nice
i think