Nice was cool, way cool.
Not much to report aside from that, there are pictures, but my flickr uploader keeps freezing the computer. I miss my mac. Beer was consumed car windows were broken (our own) and fixed. Kebabs were eaten and the French were... well still French.
Back to the monotany of my hundrum life, I really don't know how much longer I can keep on with this nothing to do thing. I feel like neither a chef (I've burned 3 dinners this week, never happened before) nor a writer. have plenty of love and friendship and my friends her are rad and my girl is well, radder -- but we are all suffering from the same malaise, it's what we like to call Aix en Provence it's just too small and too expensive to be any fun, nothing inspiring is happing, no creative people, art is imported, music is imported. I love wine and cheese, but can only live on so much. Most of all I want to speak my first language, to have no beaurrocracy to deal with and generally to have a more inspiring existence. I know there is so much that I could be doing with my time, but it all seems so futile that I just cannot be bothered. It occurs to me that my blogs have been quite whiney as of late, sorry. The thing is I am just not happy and I am at least 3 months away from that changing. I'm done with France, I'm ready to be someplace else. I just feel defeated by the French way of life.
It occurs to me that I have no artists in my life here, all my friends for all their brilliance are two feet on the ground sort of people, I need someone who is ridiculously passionate about something. I miss my best friend, her punk rock cowgirl antics, her endles parade of glorious mistakes and her lyrics that could have come out of my head (if I could right song).
"and it's alright,
it's ok,
if I can't fix it,
under your duvet.
Sometimes I lose the words to say,
and all things, learned the hard way"
He knows how to speak my fears. I may get to see him in Nice this June.
One other thing. I need your help. Yes, yours.
Next week is my soirree at my local and I need somebody tomake me a poster...
The text:
Sunset cafe
Mecredi le 26 de Mars
"A History of Punk Rock"
with these band names floating
The Stooges, D.O.A. The Replacements, Husker Du, The Clash, Motorhead
pictures and such...
If anyone can help I would be forever indebted!
Not much to report aside from that, there are pictures, but my flickr uploader keeps freezing the computer. I miss my mac. Beer was consumed car windows were broken (our own) and fixed. Kebabs were eaten and the French were... well still French.
Back to the monotany of my hundrum life, I really don't know how much longer I can keep on with this nothing to do thing. I feel like neither a chef (I've burned 3 dinners this week, never happened before) nor a writer. have plenty of love and friendship and my friends her are rad and my girl is well, radder -- but we are all suffering from the same malaise, it's what we like to call Aix en Provence it's just too small and too expensive to be any fun, nothing inspiring is happing, no creative people, art is imported, music is imported. I love wine and cheese, but can only live on so much. Most of all I want to speak my first language, to have no beaurrocracy to deal with and generally to have a more inspiring existence. I know there is so much that I could be doing with my time, but it all seems so futile that I just cannot be bothered. It occurs to me that my blogs have been quite whiney as of late, sorry. The thing is I am just not happy and I am at least 3 months away from that changing. I'm done with France, I'm ready to be someplace else. I just feel defeated by the French way of life.
It occurs to me that I have no artists in my life here, all my friends for all their brilliance are two feet on the ground sort of people, I need someone who is ridiculously passionate about something. I miss my best friend, her punk rock cowgirl antics, her endles parade of glorious mistakes and her lyrics that could have come out of my head (if I could right song).
"and it's alright,
it's ok,
if I can't fix it,
under your duvet.
Sometimes I lose the words to say,
and all things, learned the hard way"
He knows how to speak my fears. I may get to see him in Nice this June.
One other thing. I need your help. Yes, yours.
Next week is my soirree at my local and I need somebody tomake me a poster...
The text:
Sunset cafe
Mecredi le 26 de Mars
"A History of Punk Rock"
with these band names floating
The Stooges, D.O.A. The Replacements, Husker Du, The Clash, Motorhead
pictures and such...
If anyone can help I would be forever indebted!
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and YOU might not have had much to report from nice, but i, on the other hand...
...i got drunk with rosie (!) the other night and she said, "i can't believe you made that mistake twice!"
to which i said, "well, the second time, it wasn't a mistake!"