So I got on a plane on Saturday and left the country. I went to Paris where I befriended several Australians (or was ambushed and kidnapped by them there was very little difference) ended up doing all sorts of brilliant and highly enjoyable things and then came home.
I feel a hell of a lot better now.
I’ve been so stressed for a long time now. Had to re-examine lots of bits of myself. I spent a long time by the Seine just navel gazing and there is a certain amount of freedom that comes with associating with strangers. I also came to several surprising conclusions which led me to believe that not only have I not been paying attention to my friends but that I haven’t actually been paying attention to myself.
Not paying attention to me! How could Miss Selfish UK let this happen? I have no idea but its bloody annoying. One day I shall climb the Eiffel Tower and proclaim everything about myself so that the whole world can hear me. I feel FINE!
I shall now go and watch the Excorcist and scare myself silly.
5 thoughts on “Gay Paris”
I noticed you managed most of the evening without actually being offensively insulting.
Apart from you digging up the whole self-serving bullshit accusation about that double vodka, and the ongoing insult of the existence of the ‘No Contact’ rule, you did pretty well this evening.
Well done, it’s a start.
miss selfish uk? oh come on, don’t sell yourself short. Miss selfish of the universe, the world, or at least the eurovision heats.
Bless you, dah’lin’ I am only teasing. Thank you, by the way for the sherbert and the odd french instrument that sounds like dying cattle. A fun thing to make noises with – hooray!!
So you came home from paris and gave Jason – boychild of the universe(alright – university) not only sugar, but something to make loud noises with…? When I have kids, I am sooo never inviting you over for Solstice. 😀
Hmm, you must have really pissed me off last night.
It was meant to be vaguely complimentary, with qualifications, but I think I was too annoyed for the compliments bit.