Just came back from CPH a few hous ago. What a jetsetter. Landing in Paris, 'home'. Oh yeah, and a guy on the metro spat on me (and Bridgette by association) because I accidentally hit him
with our bag (I barely touched him and then very politely said excusez-moi!). What a DOUCHE.
Orange juice. In the bag, Bridgette's coat, my scarf. Just thinking about it I wanna laugh but I'm also SO MAD!
That was the "Bonjour Paris" moment.
We watched this film our last afternoon in Copenhagen in Hjalte's living room. All of us trying to be humans... watching this film, and then the spit landed all over us.
Not cool!!
Fuck that, I'll move to Copenhagen where everything's clean and pretty and lines are shorter. Hopefully my mood changes tomorrow when I walk to school and Paris seems beautiful again. Note to self: Avoid metro, avoid metro, avoid metro.
Irony.
Ah! My bed again. Reunited. Tonight will be a good night, but already miss like crazy those pretty friends I left in the Scandie lands.
No comments:
Post a Comment