What if that was real?
I'd have to reevaluate my Hipster Lust. That's for sure.
Kinda weird that overnight you can go to sleep happy and content and then wake up at 4am not being able to breathe. Hotness.
This morning I talked to Claudia and I didn't recognize myself. I sounded like a monster. Like a retard monster, with a bunch of grapes in it's throat. Green ones. Progressively I start to sound worse. Now I'm home, trying to keep solids down (YES, I'm also puking!) waiting for Big Love and Weeds to come on.
My tonsils are touching the hangy thing in the back of my throat. :( Not only touching it, but pushing it forward... UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Not happy.
Daft Punk was insane last night. I thought my brain would melt. Daft Punk. No more words can express how you MADE my year.
These two pics were taken just as my brain reached 500 degrees. Celsius. The finale and encore rocked. Amen for DJ's, dance music, and Parisians.
When it comes to rain this amazing city full of the most thick skinned diverse people whine and moan like rich, bratty 2 year olds.
Seriously. It RAINED people. Planes didn't crash into buildings, the ground didn't explode under your feet. We had a few inches of rain.
The world is NOT over.
For those of you who believe the world IS over the New York Times is posting an hourly blog, if you will, on the train situation.