lunedì, luglio 16, 2012

Tu detestes Paris, Paris

Leaving Europe, which sucks. You know what makes that easier? Leaving it from Paris. This place is a dump and Charles de Gaulle aeroport is a worse dump. It makes Heathrow look like Changi. I don't think I'll come back unless business or transit calls as the one good friend I have still living here is happy to meet me elsewhere and as everything vaunted as awesome about this place is much more awesome elsewhere. Its cultural life is over and its natives are a passel of miserable, angry, ugly, dead-eyed, bored and boring people. Also it smells really bad.

Oh well - on to Singapore and finally home. It's been great, but I suspect I've been partly wasting my second trimester by not spending more of it banging my old man. I shudder to think what will become of our bedroom life after I squeeze a baby out and then as we take care of it. Will have to hope for the best. 

2 commenti:

e.f. bartlam ha detto...

I've been to Paris twice...once without Martha. Mainly I just got obliterated.

The second time we were there together. It was better's certainly not my favorite place.

We were both glad to be boarding the train for London...after they got done checking the train for bombs.

Mistress La Spliffe ha detto...

The F-word was around there around that time. You might have noticed his Mediterranean swarthiness getting particularly thoroughly checked.