there are so many things that i'd love to do for just one day, or even just for a few hours. so many of the things i "only wish" i could do, i know i wouldn't enjoy for a lifetime, but for a few hours, well, what a sweet taste of dreams! for instance, i know i really wouldn't enjoy being romantically involved with Michael Phelps --- i'd never see him because he'd always be swimming or traveling or endorsing. but to know we have mutual lovelust toward one another for one day? i wouldn't mind.
i happen to love how "lundi" approximately rhymes with "monday". i have a complex because people are always saying that French is a useless language and i've no one to speak it with except for myself. i get a little practice including franglais in letters and emails to my faraway francophile friends, but it's not enough. when people poke fun at the French language because it has some funny sounds and endless silent consonants, i bristle. then i secretly postulate that they just don't like French because it's trop difficile for their tiny peabrains. then i scowl at myself and realize that i'm adopting the very attitude that non-French people don't like about French people: elitism. then i give a wry smile and feel quite pleased with myself.
and now i'm starting to reveal all of my inner workings, which an international lady of mystery would never do.
*zipping the lip*
in other news, LOOK AT THIS LIVING NOOK. i don't know what else to call it. yes, this is anthropologie, yes, there are a million interacting colours (this spelling in honor of all things international)(i am a dork), yes, an entire house decorated in this style would probably be hideous . . . and no, i don't care! remember what i was saying about knowing that i don't actually want all the things i think i want? that concept may apply to square decorated footage as well. doesn't stop me from coveting. good thing i'm completement pauvre or i'd be the most materialistic person.
. . . aaaand this concludes another disturbingly incoherent glimpse into the mind of a creatively repressed administrative staff person. thank you for your time and attention . . .
9 comments:
okay, so the "live traffic feed" makes me look like a stalker. sigh.
oh well.
lunedi... in italiano (i don't know much but i do know the days of the week) very similar!
kjk + mp = a bionic swimmer with a wonderful natural tan who never gets sick. sounds like a good match to me.
i have never met anyone (except for people i never want to know) who think french is not worth anything. i LOVE french and am trying to continue my 2 classes I took last year (continuing education, does it count?)
mmmmm, phelps. that torso....that hairless wonder.
i love the idea of a nook. i want it!
"hairless wonder"
hahhahahaaa... because now all i can think about is a little mexican hairless chihuahua. sorry, but it's true.
can you tell i'm bored today?
I appreciate "colour."
In my mind that is the totally correct spelling (after all, my fabulous German watercolours are spelled that way) and I always lean towards typing it that way, but the automated spell check and its brightly colored red squiggle lines get to me and make me change over the the dreadfully boring American way.
I also appreciate your blog title picture. I am addicted to colour.
Colour.
That's how the Queen of England spells the word. She also says favourite when saying favorite. Now that's class.
KJK. Why in the hell can't you come over tonight so we can discuss the atrocity of spongeism over drinks and doritos (you can have dr. pepper if you want....). I just left you 3 tortured messages on your ding-a-ling.
For the record. You won't ever be my sponge.
ON THE TOPIC OF YOUR POST:
You must know by now that I will always appréciez your franglish.
AND it looks like that chandelier is on fire.
THE END.
ma chérie,
yes, yes, *yes*. (i feel you and i will always and ever be kindrids.)
there is a life update coming soon-- promise-- and when time allows i would more than love to hear yours as well...
ciao, bella. ;)
mme. booking: HAHA, your cutthroat opinion about those who don't think French a worthwhile pursuit makes me laugh a throaty, satisfied laugh. you could even say it's an elitist laugh. pfff.
umberdove: finally! someone who is as delicately offended by those red squiggly lines (green for grammatical errors) as i am! sometimes in a fit of word processing rage, i right-click on all those squiggly instances and forcefully click on "Ignore All." it helps...sometimes...
plume: SPONGEISM! "stop saying 'sponge' like that!!!" i couldn't breathe, it was so funny.
SpoNnnnNNNnnnge.
hehe, you're witty - I like that.
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