The Joys of Internet
just finished posting something to you guys, but since i'm on a foreign machine, i clicked the wrong thing and lost it. crap.
in short, this is what it said:
Yinka Shonibare (please check this out, it's Cary's favorite thing in the Louvre next to the hot french chicks)
That's today's tale of the tape that just got erased, but hey, that's life for you.
Also a few notes from life in France: |
- people here just dress better that you ever will and you dress pretty damn good. '
- Men are pretty good dressers here, take that you abercrombie whore.
- Food here rules.
- Asians? All speak better French than me.
- Americans? Talk too freakin' loud.
- Chinese people (tourists) here still will BUST your ass getting into an elevator like you are the slowest bastard on this planet, and you probably are. I had a 30 Stockton moment there.
- Yes, there are hoodrats here in France. And no, one of them is not me, jerks.
- I miss the diversity of San Francisco. Paris is diverse, but tourist diverse.
- I don't think I can find a good burrito here if I tried.
- Chicks here are all about their boots and scarves. Get your ass to H&M and buy your gear already!
Okay that's it for now. I'm kinda miffed that my wonderful essay is totally gone, but hey, that's life, and what the hell am I doing here, I'm in Paris!
Tomorrow: Versailles and god knows what.
char