Me and Marty have been to the bottom of that darkest hole that we had not even imagined existed before. I am sure other people are able to fathom much deeper and darker holes of anguish than us. Irrelevant. This was our hole and it was painful.
We got up and out and away from it and we now have an apartment in the tenth arrondissement. We are happy.
We have also discovered that we have a common interest. It's food.
But I don't have time for that right now.
I have time for nothing more.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
freedom of speech
19 or so hrs into our adventure, i was cencored. by the only person who has the power. the following will therefore be a description of some occurances which can happen, when on your way to paris.
1. your underwear may fall out on the floor when you try to extract your computer from your bag, while the security guard puts his hands on his head and says he's gonna take his coffeebreak. mean and mad man.
2. basic knowledge of french liquor may be required of you by other securityguard. he is a nice man. thoroughly reliable.
3. the combined weight of two lives: 55 kg. the combined weight of two people: undisclosed.
4. we were discussing keats when, lo and behold, oscar wilde's spirit strolled past and offered us The Truth and a leek (for masturbating, we suppose) for €930. we could not afford it and had to turn him down. mousse cried, but felt highly bohemian. tiny felt deprived. highly deprived.
it is our initial day in paris. we are spending it penning this post, freeriding the hostel's wireless internet and trying not to think of saucepans, hard though it is.
a good day, today is.
1. your underwear may fall out on the floor when you try to extract your computer from your bag, while the security guard puts his hands on his head and says he's gonna take his coffeebreak. mean and mad man.
2. basic knowledge of french liquor may be required of you by other securityguard. he is a nice man. thoroughly reliable.
3. the combined weight of two lives: 55 kg. the combined weight of two people: undisclosed.
4. we were discussing keats when, lo and behold, oscar wilde's spirit strolled past and offered us The Truth and a leek (for masturbating, we suppose) for €930. we could not afford it and had to turn him down. mousse cried, but felt highly bohemian. tiny felt deprived. highly deprived.
it is our initial day in paris. we are spending it penning this post, freeriding the hostel's wireless internet and trying not to think of saucepans, hard though it is.
a good day, today is.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Suppressing, digressing, undressing...
Possibly even regressing. As the obvious outcome of the above.
We're a day away from expatriating and my life is easily localized - shattered - on my floor. It's supposed to fit into a suitcase and it won't. It just won't.
WHY WON'T IT FIT?
I wonder if Marty's life fits.
It probably does. Neatly.
I joke. She's a seemingly bigger mess than I. Seemingly, because she's not truly. Messy. It's just her preferred image. Really. She could be a housekeeper. That's how unmessy she is. She'll probably end up a housekeeper. It's what she wants. Handle other people's mess for money. That's how cheap she is. And I just told her I loved her. That makes me cheap too.
We're going to Paris. She and I. And her packing will be messier than mine.
Facts: Plane leaves Arlanda at 17:40 hrs, arrives in Paris at 8:10 hrs. We have made a reservation at 3 Ducks Hostel. They're mostly known for their witty slogan (Don't worry, be Ducky!) and their reasonable prices. I wish I was witty and reasonable! Marty does too.
More facts: The upcoming week is to be spent talking to each other via our newly purchased walkie-talkies, not eating for over 6 € a day and looking for long-term accommodation. A flat.
We're a day away from expatriating and my life is easily localized - shattered - on my floor. It's supposed to fit into a suitcase and it won't. It just won't.
WHY WON'T IT FIT?
I wonder if Marty's life fits.
It probably does. Neatly.
I joke. She's a seemingly bigger mess than I. Seemingly, because she's not truly. Messy. It's just her preferred image. Really. She could be a housekeeper. That's how unmessy she is. She'll probably end up a housekeeper. It's what she wants. Handle other people's mess for money. That's how cheap she is. And I just told her I loved her. That makes me cheap too.
We're going to Paris. She and I. And her packing will be messier than mine.
Facts: Plane leaves Arlanda at 17:40 hrs, arrives in Paris at 8:10 hrs. We have made a reservation at 3 Ducks Hostel. They're mostly known for their witty slogan (Don't worry, be Ducky!) and their reasonable prices. I wish I was witty and reasonable! Marty does too.
More facts: The upcoming week is to be spent talking to each other via our newly purchased walkie-talkies, not eating for over 6 € a day and looking for long-term accommodation. A flat.
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