Today in France over cofffeee

croissants are no where to be found right now

is paris broken?

i miss the giants.

losing a roll of film is like breaking a bone that will never grow back.

damned pick pocketers.

what do they want with my 35mm anyway?

it was my aunt's camera and it was over twenty years old.

it's hard to find good weed here.

it's easy to find the best croissants on most days.

Sitting at a desk in an office in an art studio writing this i suddenly feel like a professional.

sike.

not a professional.

very informal.

i thought today was monday.

i thought yesterday was silly and many beers.

the other day i fell on my skateboard in the street and my skirt went up

and i got all red in the cheeks

but there was no one around to see.

i felt sexy anyway, though.

so yeah,

life's still coo.