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[Day 288] I’m so lonely I fall in love with my characters

So it’s 1:30 in the afternoon and I’m in my local Border’s cafe area taking a writing break. I suppose it’s not really a writing break since I stopped writing in Eugenia to write this blog post, but whatever. We all know I’ve been losing my mind for a while now. (On an unrelated note, Bubbilicious gum individual pieces are HUGE. I just popped on in to keep my coffee breath at bay and now I feel like I’m chewing two pounds of cud.) Continue reading “[Day 288] I’m so lonely I fall in love with my characters”

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[Day 286] The Museum of Modern Crap

While in Paris, my grandmother was especially keen to take me to the Pompidou Museum of modern art, because she felt it was more my kind of thing than the Louvre. (Yeah, it definitely was. The Lourve was big, old, and boring. And all of the paintings were of Jesus! Nothing against Jesus or anything, but sheesh, isn’t there anything else to paint??) I’m a fan of impressionism and Van Gogh and things of that nature, and although I’m not big on Picasso some kinds of abstract art and cubism are pretty interesting. However, though some of the things in the Pompidou were really neat, I was dismayed at what has become called “art”. Continue reading “[Day 286] The Museum of Modern Crap”

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[Day 281] Housekeeping in Paris

I’m taking a quick writing break, because I have a feeling I’m going to be writing for a while today, and I decided to get some housekeeping done. In writing news, since Thursday, I’ve written 2749 words, which amounts to about eight pages. That doesn’t sound like much at first, but if you’re a writer, you know that it’s pretty good. Especially when the project this is being added to has been on pause for several weeks. Like I tweeted… I am NEVER leaving. Continue reading “[Day 281] Housekeeping in Paris”

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[Day 280] Paris Souvenirs are Dirty

No pun or subtlety in the title today. I want to talk about exactly what it says: French souvenir shops are perverted.

It seems like every single shop I go into has the same things; hats, I <3 Paris shirts, and Paris purses. I expected all that. But what I didn’t expect were the sex cubes (a different position with every role!), condoms (Je t’aime!), nude playing cards (eh?), and thongs. Ok, thongs I suppose are fairly standard. But sheesh. Continue reading “[Day 280] Paris Souvenirs are Dirty”