a room with a view.
métro, boulot, dodo.
trocadéro.
16ème.
liberté.
pretending to answer sophie calle.
the phone is broken. :(
in case she cares.
for erin.
that's right, 97 km from paris is a town called courtenay.
which even at 2am i was really excited about.
2 comments:
OMG I am going to start telling people I'm named after a town in France...not Canada, and then come up woth some extravagent story. Although the French Courtenay is probably not as fun as my Courtenay
the best part is that these ain't any curly balls - these are CURRY-flavoured curly balls.
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