Pastel

It's been over since months since I was in Paris, but I have a feeling that I will be back. I am working on a screenplay, about a painter named Urban. My beautiful Urban

UB in Salt Lake City

I'm back

So this blog will recede into the mists of memory. A meh memory, but a memory just the same.

And I'm broke. Kinda. I really have to start leaving within my means. & start selling those charms on eBay.

So, adieu Paris. Got some ideas for a chapbook, but nothing clear. I'm in the middle of everything.

Do one thing well, do one thing to the end... I can't even remember my slogan for the year. I suck.

I looked it up in my datebook, and it's Create-a-Day. I should have said Finish what you start.

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As I'm running out la porte

What I like about Paris

Red
Pistache
Pistache icecream cones
eclairs de pistache
Walking
Signage - A LOT of signage
Bright colors
Free High Speed internet
Drain pipes
Cracked & crumbly facades




What I don't like about Paris

Cold
Upstairs éléphant
English spoken rarely outside of touristy places
My inability to learn French
Homesickness
Bad shampoo & conditioner
Black - everyone wears black - lemmings

Countdown! One week and a day!

Am I depressed?

I'm not manic. I go to sleep about 7 pm, wake around 4 am because my back hurts. I don't want to go out (do the damn laundry already!) but I've been agoraphobic for awhile. I want to spend a week like a tourist, visiting all the touristy places.

But I have to get out of the apartment!