Concidences

I've become obsessed with my jeans which I bought in Paris and I feel make me look French. My watch is stuck on Paris time cause I lost the knobby thing there. I'm probably going through France on the way to Barcelona in June, my favourite form of potato is the french fry, I'm a quarter French, and at home right now, I'm stuck with a French keyboard with lots of interesting extra keys, and half the others in the wrong place.

I wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something. Maybe I'm just looking for excuses to go back so I can get rejected by millions of exotic women with really gorgeous accents.

It's tough being this complex.