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Paris is still gross and gray, but it seems warmer than it did yesterday.
After spying a random "OH SHIT INSECTICIDE TIMEZ" poster by the ground floor elevator yesterday, I had a bit of an "oh shit" moment myself, because my room was disgusting and I didn't want a poor maintenance man to have to deal with it.
I got up at 6:30 this morning to clean it. After essentially making it look like it did when I first moved in (why were my suitcases still open on the floor?) I went back to bed at 8:30. Cristina forgets for the 900th time that unlike her I don't have class on Wednesdays and calls me. I ignore it. She calls again. I ignore it. She calls again. I ignore it. She texts me. I ignore it.
WHAT WHAT WHAT THE FUCK?! I remember when we first got here and Nick told me he didn't think she was as naive as I assumed her to be. He's since seen the err of his ways.
Anyway at around 11:30 I start hearing this really panicked knocking going around all of the doors. Hearing it die down I attempt to go back to sleep just before it assaults mine. Getting out of bed, my eyes still not entirely open I am greeted with the most alert and irritating "BONJOUR!" I've heard since I've been here, from my landlady who looks like Joe Jackson (not Joe Jackson). The insecticide dude is in and out in about 3 seconds, making me wonder why I cleaned so much. He squirts what looks like peanut butter (impossible because it doesn't exist here) onto the wall. Umm. Okay. They test the civil siren right after he leaves. Brilliant. Dayana then starts IMing me shit about Anna Wintour's daughter and fashion and "ohhh i wish i was rich and famous so i could buy beautiful clooooothes" and all that other bullshit that someday, someday people I've known for 17 years will realize drives me into borderline rage. Lolz, remember when she was 12 and wore a red star on her tote bag?
So it's almost 2PM and I need to actually, you know, start my day. I told Nick I'd give him an assignment I picked up for him a few weeks ago, so at least I'm guaranteed to go out. Maybe the 2,50 happy hour pints at Hideout will be abused.
I bet I'm so cranky because the cigarette count so far today is: 0
Time to buy a pack.
After spying a random "OH SHIT INSECTICIDE TIMEZ" poster by the ground floor elevator yesterday, I had a bit of an "oh shit" moment myself, because my room was disgusting and I didn't want a poor maintenance man to have to deal with it.
I got up at 6:30 this morning to clean it. After essentially making it look like it did when I first moved in (why were my suitcases still open on the floor?) I went back to bed at 8:30. Cristina forgets for the 900th time that unlike her I don't have class on Wednesdays and calls me. I ignore it. She calls again. I ignore it. She calls again. I ignore it. She texts me. I ignore it.
WHAT WHAT WHAT THE FUCK?! I remember when we first got here and Nick told me he didn't think she was as naive as I assumed her to be. He's since seen the err of his ways.
Anyway at around 11:30 I start hearing this really panicked knocking going around all of the doors. Hearing it die down I attempt to go back to sleep just before it assaults mine. Getting out of bed, my eyes still not entirely open I am greeted with the most alert and irritating "BONJOUR!" I've heard since I've been here, from my landlady who looks like Joe Jackson (not Joe Jackson). The insecticide dude is in and out in about 3 seconds, making me wonder why I cleaned so much. He squirts what looks like peanut butter (impossible because it doesn't exist here) onto the wall. Umm. Okay. They test the civil siren right after he leaves. Brilliant. Dayana then starts IMing me shit about Anna Wintour's daughter and fashion and "ohhh i wish i was rich and famous so i could buy beautiful clooooothes" and all that other bullshit that someday, someday people I've known for 17 years will realize drives me into borderline rage. Lolz, remember when she was 12 and wore a red star on her tote bag?
So it's almost 2PM and I need to actually, you know, start my day. I told Nick I'd give him an assignment I picked up for him a few weeks ago, so at least I'm guaranteed to go out. Maybe the 2,50 happy hour pints at Hideout will be abused.
I bet I'm so cranky because the cigarette count so far today is: 0
Time to buy a pack.
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