Kay came to visit and we did our nails:
| Left to right, it says: - chose (thing) - sexuel - savoir (to know) - feu (fire) |
| Picture of a flame. |
| Left to right: - du sexe (of sex; potentially 'some' sex) - LE RIRE (rire means to laugh) - Paris - légal |
| A scribble that would have said "PUTAIN" if I hadn't fucked it up. |
Kay came to visit and we went to Paris, and we ate macarons from Pierre Hermé
| Technically you weren't allowed to get pictures. We only went to the littler stores/stalls of them anyway. OLIVE OIL AND MANDARIN SO GOOD. ALSO ROSE AND ROSE PETALS. AND CHOCOLATE FROM VENEZUELA. |
| They do JAM. Confiture envie - Jam want? |
- "I fucking cough and it's like, sex!"
- "In Shanghai you can get crabs."
- On being a lesbian: "It'd just be another emotional bitch around, all the time!"
- "In Shanghai you can get crabs."
- On being a lesbian: "It'd just be another emotional bitch around, all the time!"
- After I asked whether turning up the heater would make it easier or harder to get up early the next morning: "PUDGE! *while poking Sarita*"
At Kay's request, a thing I said: "Bagel BAGUETTE!"
"Hello Miss, I'm from the National French police, I need to see your identity cards."
"Haha yes well done."
"No really I need to see your identity cards please."
"Oh actually I don't speak French."
"I need to see your identity cards, you're speaking French now."
"No I'm not, that's just you. Okay-" to the group more generally "bye, have a good night."
Then I heard someone say "chinese" as we were biking away, so I yelled back in French: "WE'RE NOT CHINESE."
And now I have to run to my tutorial.
Also: Kay came to visit and my life plan changed. Again.
More on that later.
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