I'm waiting for the police to come knock on my door....
OUUUPS!! I did my weekly hause cleaning today and there was alot of dust. So my broomstick got very disgusting and I did something that I really shouln't have, especially after Anna explained to me what was not allowed to do out the window in Paris apartments. I wanted to get the dust of my broomstick, and stupid as I am I still had it on the stick instead of holding it in my hand because I didn't want to get dust in my hair!!!! (je suis une vrai chippie!!) So... it fell off and since i have a policestation in front of my building, my first reaction was: HIDE!!!
So I ducked and I heard a noice. Now the problem is: Where did it land? An hour after the big fall I dared to lean out my window and look for it. Now there are two alternatives:
Alternative 1: It landed on the balcony under my apartement, because I saw some broken plants while leaning out. That is horrible, maybe the broom broke there plants on their balcony in which case I will have to pay for it.
Alternative 2: It landed on someone standing outside the caffeeshop under me smoking and he died. I've heard that if you drop a coin from the Eiffel tower and it lands on someones head they will die. So why not a broom from the 6th floor.
I can't put on the TV cuz I'm afraid that if someone comes knocking on my door, it will be too late to pretend not to be home. I did that once when my ex and I were watching TV. A man came knocking saying that he was my neighbour, I didn't want to open up because my apartment was a mess and we had the madrass on the floor (which insinuated that I just had sex). Anyway, stupid enough we actually talkted loudly at first, (with the TV on) and F went: what the fuck do you MALE neighbour want from you!!?! And I hissed back to him: What do you mean MALE, I'm I not allowed to have male neighbours now??? In the middle of this dispute my neighbour still stood outside my door doubtlessly hearing our disagreement. I went: shhhhhh he's gonna hear you! And then we finally agreed to pretend not being home, so we turned of the TV and shhed each other. Unbelievably immature.
This is how long my hair is now it continues a good 5 cm that you don't
see in the pic. I never thought I'd say this but I am so tired of it, I can't
wait for sweden and to cut it all of. Well not all of it but like 2 decimeter,
very big deal for me. I just really feel like changing it. It's going to be
much blonder too.
Today's easter, or whatever you call it, and I have no idea what I'm going to do. I was ready to go out yesterday but I didn't, I was really tired and I was feeling quite down. Had my make - up on and all. I think it was my mum who made me change my mind as she said to me on MSN; "I have a very bad feeling about you going out tonight, Nicole." My mothers "feelings" tend to be right most of the time.
I am a bit sad, my sisters are all gathered with mother in Sweden and I'm alone in Paris. It feels very strange even if easter isn't a tradition I normaly consider one of the greatest. Although we still search for our easter eggs in the backyard with our dogs and our cat, Mimmi, is always carried by someone because she is so old that she can't follow us fast enough. It's cute.. I have much trouble with the food though, I hate eggs. The only time I can eat eggs is in pancakes and in "raggmunk" (Swedish traditinal food, soooooo good).
So I wish you all a happy easter.
Bisous strangers.
So I ducked and I heard a noice. Now the problem is: Where did it land? An hour after the big fall I dared to lean out my window and look for it. Now there are two alternatives:
Alternative 1: It landed on the balcony under my apartement, because I saw some broken plants while leaning out. That is horrible, maybe the broom broke there plants on their balcony in which case I will have to pay for it.
Alternative 2: It landed on someone standing outside the caffeeshop under me smoking and he died. I've heard that if you drop a coin from the Eiffel tower and it lands on someones head they will die. So why not a broom from the 6th floor.
I can't put on the TV cuz I'm afraid that if someone comes knocking on my door, it will be too late to pretend not to be home. I did that once when my ex and I were watching TV. A man came knocking saying that he was my neighbour, I didn't want to open up because my apartment was a mess and we had the madrass on the floor (which insinuated that I just had sex). Anyway, stupid enough we actually talkted loudly at first, (with the TV on) and F went: what the fuck do you MALE neighbour want from you!!?! And I hissed back to him: What do you mean MALE, I'm I not allowed to have male neighbours now??? In the middle of this dispute my neighbour still stood outside my door doubtlessly hearing our disagreement. I went: shhhhhh he's gonna hear you! And then we finally agreed to pretend not being home, so we turned of the TV and shhed each other. Unbelievably immature.
This is how long my hair is now it continues a good 5 cm that you don't
see in the pic. I never thought I'd say this but I am so tired of it, I can't
wait for sweden and to cut it all of. Well not all of it but like 2 decimeter,
very big deal for me. I just really feel like changing it. It's going to be
much blonder too.
Today's easter, or whatever you call it, and I have no idea what I'm going to do. I was ready to go out yesterday but I didn't, I was really tired and I was feeling quite down. Had my make - up on and all. I think it was my mum who made me change my mind as she said to me on MSN; "I have a very bad feeling about you going out tonight, Nicole." My mothers "feelings" tend to be right most of the time.
I am a bit sad, my sisters are all gathered with mother in Sweden and I'm alone in Paris. It feels very strange even if easter isn't a tradition I normaly consider one of the greatest. Although we still search for our easter eggs in the backyard with our dogs and our cat, Mimmi, is always carried by someone because she is so old that she can't follow us fast enough. It's cute.. I have much trouble with the food though, I hate eggs. The only time I can eat eggs is in pancakes and in "raggmunk" (Swedish traditinal food, soooooo good).
So I wish you all a happy easter.
Bisous strangers.
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