I just made the worse grilled cheese ever.
with emmenthal – totally off.
I have one of these bad hair days. and shit is, it’s friday.
IM with julien around 13h30:
him: watcha do?
me: dude, i am so fucking bored.
him: k. lets go for a coffee.
we did,
but the bad hair day is sticking on me still.
What i learned:
i learned about the term ‘slacker’, flâneur en français.
Otherwise,
pf.
Ah, but flâneur sounds so refined, so Jules and Jim hanging out in cafés and discussing philosophy while frittering away your inheritance. Slacker is more, you know, stained T-shirt, white-trash, work at the video/comic book store…not that there’s anything wrong with that…but there are degrees of such things 🙂
and how could you ever have bad hair?
Ppff! toi-même.
Tu connais pas ta chance. je te souhaite plein d’enfants. Alors là tu enviera les petites bloggueuses qui s’ennuient.
Va et cours et chante et boit tout les cafés dont tu as envie! Car tu ne perds rien pour attendre.