25 July 2001
I'm going to take this, this and this as proof that D arrived in Paris, safe and sound, since he seems to have exhausted his poor little fingers so much he couldn't sent me an email to let me know he was there (bad boyfriend! no biscuit!).
Yes. I am cranky.
Why?
Cos I wanna be in Paris too, damnit!
Paris is one of my favourite places to be. I get a huge sense of excitement when I'm there, even although I don't really speak French. It doesn't mean I can't, it just means that I can't stand to hear myself speak it, because no matter how hard I try, I can't lose the Scottish accent, and French spoken in a Scottish accent just sounds weird. I also hate the Parisians (I love the city but I hate the people - isn't that ironic?) that try and take the piss because they hear D and I talk in English, although it has been amusing on occasion when they realise that D can understand them perfectly and replies like a native.
So yes, I'm seething with jealousy, and basically, just desperate to be there and wandering around the streets maxxing out every compactflash card I have every day.
Bah.
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