I hope this isn't too personal for some Poules.
I was just looking at pictures of a baby Sigur born this year to two parents in France. They are now forever responsible and traceable to their one act of passionate love. To one night of misplaced lust encouraged perhaps from drink, however this may only be personal experience speaking.
I've been hosting a hoard of sisters for weeks now. Two sisters, two weeks. Enough to stir a storm when you lead and live a personal independent life. The responsibility of amusement is hard enough to bear, the responsibility of joy is so much harder. Anyways, Jenny is back to her old games. Tickling Geraud. Laughing at his laughs. Drinking to his drinks.
I don't know that I like. But tomorrow we take a bus miles away to a city full of men, so perhaps she will be distracted, but I think she gets her kicks from familiarity.
Today I miss New Orleans I miss freganism I miss freedom on two wheels with wind and pink nights in my eyes. Geraud is contemplating moving to america but can only really come if we marry and I, I do not like religion, except for ritual sacrifice. (Although, I love a good party)
For now, I should pack, make sandwiches, break up the flirting in the second room and try to consol a broken forehead.
I also find it high time that these girls figure out what it is they are going to do; even if it's only daily.
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when you were talking of how the creation of the baby Sigur was maybe due to one drunken night, it reminded me of how Loic said he never drank. and then he proceeded to try and chug tons of vodka to prove something. i don't know what that something was.
anyway, never too personal. don't worry about bebes' personal details. they can't read yet anyway.
sounds ruff tuff stuff at the poule household, liverpool crib. i hope everything's been taken under control with some appropriate slapping around action.
please back to new orleans. no more england!!!!!!!!!! :)
much love,
carrie
Today I saw a really tall man with children and it make me think of loic. There are so many people in London. That's where I am. My sisters don't say much or decide much and I can sometimes become an evil overlord when really I just want to sit and drink and people watch.
I'll be back. I have decided thats the home for mee.
I'm glad to hear about it on your blog, while we are sharing the same bed...
I was hoping that maybe you would have told me this before you actually tell the rest of the world.
Thanks
i tell you all the most important things first.
Katie apparently has 'years of resentment' / she says FUCKIN A a lot.
i like to listen.
Listening is probably the only thing I'm capable of... Although, I'm not even 100% sure that I'm good at it.
I should shut up now
Resentment? Well, I guess everyone has a little bit... I doubt though Katie has years of it behind her. I probably have more than her... But i'm vieux so...
when i was on vacation in north carolina, i couldn't see my spending amounts and i had thought that my landlord had taken out my rent before i left new orleans. but she hadn't. this resulted in my account going to -$389.00. it was a crappy feeling finding out and not being able to do anything until i came home to new orleans since there are no capital one banks in north carolina nor alabama. once i got money in the bank, i asked the bank if they could reverse the overdraft charges that they fined me for each withdrawal after my negative balance happened and i didn't know abuot it. they said "yes if you sign up for overdraft protection." so i did. they reversed the charges. but yesterday they called me and asked me if i made any more money than i had told them about. and i said, "no." and then they said i was turned down for overdraft protection because i don't make enough money.
HOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE?
why would rich people get overdraft protection and not poor ones? this world is making my head spin.
because we live in an terrible terrible world.
I can hear my sisters and Geraud talking about my body in the next room. It makes me sick.
Poule, if I had any money Id give it to you, but Im in mega debt. Fortunately I have decided that my life is not based in material and so I dont care if I have bad credit forever because of it...unless I make baby, but I wont because it hurts like a metal spike in between yer toes from yer spine..
thanks poule. i just don't understand it all. apparently to get a credit card or a loan, you have to be rich. but you're poor forever in that case. how can you ever move up, unless you become famous?
whatever, i decided i don't need all these things everyone is telling me to get in order to get things later on. i never want a car or a house. i want maybe a tipi. indian style. i can make one from construction paper.
today i had to fill out these forms about my teacher's retirement fund. i had to name beneficiaries to name people who get my money if i die. it is depressing to think of grown-up matters.
its depressing to think that the first questions following yer death will be, who gets what?
It's all a question of divide n conquer.
I can't sleep anymore. I keep thinking too much.
I feel old. Apparently I look old too.
Oh, and I scowl far too much (mais ca, depuis toujours)
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