Escapism

I have come to the unavoidable conclusion:

that some people in this world genuinely do not like poetry
the patch does not work

and that given the choice between french grammar and blogging, well it's not even a conscious choice anymore.

help me. I'm sinking and I may drown.

Il etait une fois...(the almost fairytale beginning)

This is the beginning of something glorious. I just don't know what that is yet.

This is like launching bottles of the side of a speeding ship. Are vodka soaked wishes more or less precious?

Anyway today is day one of the rest of the rest of my life. Lets just keep this revelation quiet for now.

P.S.: to anyone who has ever seen Mel Brook's Spaceballs I think you'll get the name.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the Bearded Lady. What are you, one of the freaks?"