One thing that I know I struggle with is hanging out with people on a consistent basis. If you want a friend that will hang out with you once a week, please, don’t be my friend or do be warned if you want to be, because I will surely disappoint you in that department. 905 more words
Enfin! En Paris!
The 17th, where mi casa is, has something about it. From the invader mosaic tiles to the Sacré-Cœur, it feels pretty ‘real’, like where people live and work and not where shit loads of tourist with annoying cameras and even more annoying people trying to sell a bus tour. 31 more words