A raucous cacophony of intimate musings by a thinker, a lover, and a dreamer of dreams.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Je ne parle pas français
I like to pretend I'm hell french, and most of the time I pull it off. The reality is I can only speak the absolute basics of conversational Francais; like the shit you learn from watching Madeline.
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