people in this coffee shop who need to go kill themselves immediately
- the person next to me who just watched a video out loud (?!?!!!!!!!)
- the man across the way who just said, with complete sincerity, “Travel, to me, is a lifestyle. It’s a way of living.”
- the girl who sat there for a long time explaining to her boyfriend the etymology of her “pet name for everyone she really hearts.” The pet name is “turtle,” derived from “turd,” a name she and one of her friends called each other as a joke. The boyfriend says he really “loves” (sarcasm) the fact that he shares a pet name with the turd guy.
12:06 pm • 24 July 2013 • 56 notes
This week we learned the verb avoir, to have. We also learned the words for family members — mom, dad, sister, etc.
I was paired up with this older (60s-ish?) woman, and we had to go back and forth down the list and say whether we had different relationships — a son, a daughter, a husband, a father-in-law, kids, grandparents.
I guess you can see where this is going.
I don’t have parents. I don’t have grandparents. I don’t have a father. I don’t have a mother. I don’t have a son. I don’t have a daughter. I don’t have a husband. I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t have a girlfriend (she laughed at this one a lot).
Luckily she had a sister and a brother and some cousins (but no tantes or oncles!). I found myself wanting to lie and say I didn’t have a mother either, to make her feel better. And if I could have broken up with my boyfriend in the minutes between realizing I was going to have to say J’ai un petit ami and saying it, I would have.
This fucking class (that I chose to take and paid for). I am so sick of repeating shit over and over, unable to hear myself because of the goddamn chanteuse talking louder than everyone else.
3:00 pm • 23 July 2013 • 16 notes
what a cock
also the intro to this PR interview is batshit crazy. enjoy…
6:46 pm • 20 July 2013 • 11 notes
Can we talk about the Penguin Cafe Orchestra?
12:17 pm • 19 July 2013 • 14 notes
french class, week two
- I was a little late to class, but realizing it didn’t matter was a moment of relief, then joy.
- The sommelier is now a chanteuse.
- Muji: what a great store.
- Taim: what a great falafel place.
- On the way home, this young guy with a gorgeous body was dancing shirtless on the train — he was wearing headphones, singing to himself every once in awhile. There was some slow motion twerking. It was…astounding, really. He was being goofy but not really performing, it seemed like the way you’d dance if you were in your own bedroom, looking in the mirror. I couldn’t look away. The old black guy sitting next to me was trying not to laugh the whole time, but finally gave in and cracked up. After the dancing guy stepped off the train, the old man turned to me and mumbled, “They’re not supposed to come out like that.”I wasn’t sure what to say, and I guess just hoping he meant “they” as in “dance moves” or “come out” as in “come out of the closet” and not “they” as in “men” or “black men” or “black, gay men” and “come out” as in “turn out like this.” So I just shrugged and said, “Well, he was a very good dancer!” (Ha! I mean…he was?) The old man shakes his head and says, “Not if you’ve seen dancin’.”
- Have I? Now I’m starting to doubt myself.
3:00 pm • 16 July 2013 • 31 notes
my list of things i miss about having a job. i REALLY miss arguing about shit. like, all i want is to just sit across from some people at a table and make a really good point. prob not a great sign
1:22 pm • 11 July 2013 • 29 notes