Bon mardi gras! 2003-03-04 - 7:51 a.m.
Look at me, still sitting here. I should be running after the early bus right now, but no, I am going to spend yet another $5 on cab fare because I am a lazy bum.
But, to my defense, it is still "really fucking cold" outside! It was not supposed to be "really fucking cold" today. The nebulous temperature range of "really fucking cold" can kiss my "fat white ass"! Why all the quotes? "I don't know."
So. Il est mardi gras. Tres bien, n'est-ce pas? J'ai oublie beaucoup de francais. And I don't know how to make my keyboard make the little accent thingies. Circonflex. That just sounds so dirty. Gotta love the French.
Alas. Time to get ready for werk. Note the fun spelling once again. People should visit me at werk. So I won't be lulled into buying more shoes by all the boringness. Yes.
Or sometimes, on your garden variety Fat Tuesday, booze is in order after werk....