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This week-end was all about philosophy, sandwiches recipes, paranoia, sunny road-trips and the song “Honolulu rock-n-roll a” of Kitty Daisy & Lewis. Also magazines galore. And pretty darn good porn theories. Sometimes I remember life won’t be always like this. Then i’m kinda happy and i’m kinda sad.

Things I’m really excited about :

- driving on my way home tomorrow : great music, 2.30 hrs to think about life, projects, friends and the next movie I’d like to see

- my valentine’s evening : super duper kisses, a beer, maybe pasta and the new episodes of Jersey Shore

- all the books I have to read

- eating one hell of a cheeseburger as soon as we arrive in Los Angeles

- the conversation I’ll have with my best friend this week

- taking more photos 

- my secret sisters record (should be in my mailbox soon)

I’ve been to Germany and Austria so many times I can’t even remember. I’ve travelled Spain, east to west. I’ve spent a lot of summers in England and Scotland. I’ve visited Italy 3 or 4 times, I think. But everytime I’m going to the United States, someone looks at me, mockery sweating all over his face, and say some very Captain Obvious remark like “Oh, so you like the United States, uh ?”.

Well, yeah. So ?

I’ve just realized that I never was the psycho in my past relationships. Not even once. Anyway, now I want to dye my hair red and listen to Kim Wilde. Which is not a good sign of mental health. I also want to read bad poetry & old articles, really get drunk, smoke my pipe, and watch rock’n’roll high school. So let’s get it on.

I’m leaving tomorrow.

California ! here we come ! San Francisco + Los Angeles. I’m not pregnant, I just have baby food belly, which is okay, a little more, or a little less, I’m just gonna eat lots of hamburgers and smoothies as soon as I get there.

I don’t know what book I should take on the plane. Hugh Laurie’s thriller seems pretty good. Joey Goebel’s first novel seems pretty fun, but maybe I’ve decided this on the fact that he’s a punk rocker.

Remember when they say life sucks ? Well sometimes they are just wrong.

This week-end my boyfriend and I are doing a cookie contest. He’s so stupid, running across the apartment screaming “I AM SO GONNA WIN THIS”, I want to beat his ass out of him.

So right now, the dilemna : should I make chocolate chunk cookies OR chocolate chip cookies ? I can’t make them with white chocolate since I received a sms from one friend of mine who’ll be in the jury, saying “my vote goes to the one who’s making white chocolate cookies”, and stupid boyfriend declare that it was cheating.

I am soooo into gangsters right now, reading many hunter s. thompson and drinking way too much diet coke.

The past couple of months weren’t as sunny as the sky was. Well, thinking about it, the sky has been pretty grey for the last couple of months so maybe the whole explanation isn’t as much a mystery as I might have thought.

Okay SO !

I’ve been dreaming of road-trips since the day no matter how much I slept, I couldn’t rest. My brain was urging me to take some holidays but I had some projects along the way and I was being workaholic. So here’s a question : can work can be a drug ? When your addiction is your work, do you still have an addiction ?

I’m super glad I don’t care about jerks anymore. This is quite a life improvement.