aujourd'hui

elle a perdu le sens des réalités



she lost all sense of reality




i don't feel like working today. i don't feel like posting today for that matter either.
it's been one of those days. you know the ones that sorta help you outta bed, hand you your breakfast and then trip you on the way out of the door so your steaming oatmeal and blisteringly hot coffee go flying all over the path before you and turn your favourite green sweater into a monochromatic impressionist landscape...
yea. one of those days.
i wish i had the $$$ and the attention span to continue learning french. i love languages. then i'd move to europe and become euro trash.
i'm going to take up photography too. i've decided... because i watched this bad movie called quinever (spelling?) the other night with this guy stephen root and this chick who's name escapes me (she was in another equally bad flick with stephen root and ryan phillipe called the i inside. it made me want to claw my brain out with a dull hammer) and she leaves her rich socialite family cuz this leacherous old man (stephen root) tells her she's beautiful and sleeps with her and makes her help him take photos and tell him that he is always right... that chick from showgirls is in it too. not elizabeth berkley, but the one that talks out of the side of her mouth like she's had a stroke... you know the one. o and sandra oh to (i secretly like her... i guess it's not a secret anymore)
and then in the end she starts taking photos but you never see what her work looks like.

i thought i said i didn't want to post today.
ah well.
c'est la vie.
but i hate it when there are things floating in my drink