'tis tuesday, bastille day, and i want french coffee, french pastries; and well, i can't say that i want a french man, but maybe i can talk senor mas into wearing a little beret and pencil moustache for me today.
sounds tres bon, no?
other than celebrating the aniversaire des revolucion des france (faux french strikes again!) by going to work, i am bidding you all, do not rent the man in the iron mask. i don't care if you think leo dicaprio is still the bee's knees after all these years. it's awful. and this particular holiday always reminds me of that.
maybe rent paris je t'aime instead?
adieu mon petites cheries.
lu
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