ode to paris

yeah f* paris.
and its overpriced food.
and its giant iron phalacy.
and its snob occupants.
and their short tempers.
and their fashion.
and all the tourists who think theyre getting the real deal and not some water logged photocopy disneyland.

and particularly f* that woman who wrote me a ticket for not having the correct metro pass. even though it worked on all the gates. and it said NOTHING about being for citizens only! (we did cheat the system a couple times though. gave us bad karma.)

thought i was more level headed now. after all this traveling, thought i was some guru of chill. but just so that no one gets the wrong idea. i was not leveled headed tonight. at all. maybe i should apologize for saying the things i said about paris. but i wont. and dont bother going here. go somewhere real. somewhere alive.

cara is gone. to barcelona. after we missed her train because of a certain french b*. she caught another. it seemed miraculous. i will miss her. we had some good times didnt we? yeah, even in paris.

london calling. tomorrow.

this whole thing is almost over i guess.