I got a fat chain, I got a fat whip

Today I woke up early to leave with Cédric for his interview. Of course it started raining clicks and whistles so I ducked into this video store in this market in Saint-Dénis. Found some great films by Godard and the best finds were Dave Chappelle's Block Party and Les Lois de L'Attraction (my favorite movie, book, everything).

Now it's 3 and we're heqding out again to go on a bike ride in town using Vélib, the free bike network with checkpoints all around Paris. Yay!

Last night:

Make It Rain

This was the biggest singular cloud I have ever seen in my life. Taken from Pont Neuf.

Today Cédric and I went to Versailles, rented a car, and drove it around the gardens. BREATHTAKING!

On pense que

je suis française.

Today I was approached a number of times by Francophone people asking for directions or a lighter (un feu) and I responded with the ease and finesse of a suave French woman.

I feel like a French-Dutch-British chameleon. Or a fugitive.

Frinstance, now Cédric and I are sipping Merlot and watching the Monaco Grand Prix, and the living is easy. Vintage shopping at Place de Clichy this week, meaning 5 euro dresses and bags and hopefully I won't go shoe-cray.

Today I went to Montmartre (où se trouve le Moulin Rouge) and took the funiculaire up to Sacre-Coeur where I think the best views of Paris are, and where, 5 years ago, I had French Onion soup for the first time. I love all the cobbled alleyways and the pushy as fuck African men forcing shitey bracelets onto everyone who enters the gate to Sacre-Coeur. I gave them a very sassy

<<Laissez-moi!>>

I'm good at Europe.

Paris in May

Je suis arrivee en France!

The train was so effing uncomfortable so I got wine in order to chill in the bar car aka where the party is at. I am at chez Cedric on his linux computer I cannot find the apostrophe and the A is where the freaking Q is!

I am 21, spent the birthday in Amsterdam in the Red Light District which was like
N O T H I N G I have ever seen before and I still have not found the words to explain it, but lets just say its waaaay too personal to see middle aged men paying for sex out in the open

Might be moving to Europe before California, or maybe after, I belong here.

So far the best things about Paris the 2nd time around=people think I am French, sleeping in, a selection of wine and cheese that put this entire world to shame

I amsterdam.

I am in Amsterdam. So many bikes. I-I-I-speechless for now.

Tomorrow I turn 21.

Here's a video:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

chock full of espresso.

1 hour til I leave for the airport to Amsterdam!!

WOW

really excited. I'll get there at 8am then it's

powpowpowpow

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ok, now that I'm getting ready to bounce, this fits:






peace&love

Byzantine Dome Face

So on Friday at 6pm I decided to blow off A-Trak and instead go to Oxford.

Good decision. It was blast-ta-ta-tastic.

I bore gifts, among them a bottle of Jack Daniels, which was consumed wholly within an hour of my arrival. We then did an impromptu late night walking tour of Oxford, all along the way people stopped Johnny to say hey, passed on bikes, drunken stumbling, boys in tuxes.

Best part was reading W.H. Auden's extremely pornographic gay sex poem before going out. I kept SCREAMING. Keep in mind, 4 boys, gay porn, me.

Before though, grocery clerk Africa man and I had this chat, which left me irate and huffing in stilettos to the Oxford Tube bus.

"Can I invite you to church?"
"I don't go to church."
"Well you could give it a try."
"I have. It wasn't for me."

Then he looked at me as if I looked like this:

UGH!!!
I AM AN ATHEIST. According to me, THERE IS NO GOD.
And I'm fine with it. In fact, I LOVE IT!!!

Another thing I love/have been listening to lots of:

I feel so....special!

Tonight I attended my last ever Hip Hop Karaoke @ The Social. Bonded with an Indian girl who went on a road trip to the States when she was 17! Cray. And also with a Scottish-sounding summer camp counselor who loves Atlanta.

I made a point of introducing myself as from *Atlanta*, appropriate for this milieu. But what I did not expect was:

To have a song dedicated to me!

"Kryptonite", and don't play, that's a legit jam.

But it's weird for me when people either know/remember me in this metropolis London, but it's not the first time it's happened.

I'm down.

Tomorrow I gotta drink some Red Bull or something because I plan on dancing to A-Trak and Radioclit until at least 3AM
. Ye'aint'know.

JD Samson

All you need is MEN.
So what if I wanted to marry JD Samson tonight?
She is my idol!

Where My Shakers At?

Full Bloom

Now's the best time to be in London. It's warm and pulsating.

And this Monday is a Bank Holiday! Get it right. There are warehouse parties and all-night DJ shindigs all around town this weekend.

And I'm going to this next Friday (8 pounds, A-Trak!! Radicoclit!!) I love this town.

Yesterday I had the pleasure of taking in London Spring with Lydia and her mama. Made me miss my own, especially when Ms. Fine advised me to drink my orange juice and take allergy medicine that she gave me, before we went down to the lobby for drinks with Anna. We dined at Shish, and I had the most succulent lamb kebab. Like proper kebab not bloody 2am Old Street dropping chips everywhere kebab! It was so lovely.

Then we hit up Matteo's gig @ Monto Water Rats and let me tell you, Italian boys have the hair thing on lock. Seriously. Phillip, Matteo, and Manuel--cheers to you boys!