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tombe_seul i wish i knew how to waltz, and dance with him through the rows of desks. 050405
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the kid i had french class today 1hour 45 minutes of it yay

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thieums Merci de ne plus manger de croissants au camembert. 090729
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past with some help from a dictionary j'ai dû lacher ma classe pour travaille, mais je dois apprendre français pour mon carrière 090921
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past *ma carrière

avec une peu d'aide d'un dictionnaire
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unhinged walking through the fragrance section of the department store, hip hop blasting through my headphones, an older painted but sophisticated lady asked me if i needed some help, imperious, superior. (i did not look or sound the part of someone willing to pay cash for french perfume). i took out my headphones. 'actually yes. do you have any yves saint laurent?' the way i said laurent made her raise her eyebrow, singular. 'why yes we do. over here.' the more she talked i realized she had a lilting european accent, maybe even french. she tried to sell me something but i was looking for a specific men's cologne. 'do you have any men's cologne?' the hope of a sale left her eyes. 'upstairs.' tight_lipped and supercilious. 'upstairs?' 'yes.' 'thank you'

at the men's fragrance counter 'do you have any la nuit de l'homme?' and once again the middle aged midwestern house mom seemed pleasantly surprised at my french pronunciation.



and i thought of the high school kid on the bus who tried to tell me it looked like i had cartier sunglasses on but between the thick ghetto slang and the mispronunciation i couldn't tell what he meant til he said it a third time and he just rolled his eyes when i finally realized what he meant.
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