HEAT!

I wish I would (melt). I love the heat. It means I'm gonna be tanned and look slimmer.

Yes, I might be a little obsessed with my weight and overall appearance these days.

It's not my fault every single French girl in Paris is slim and toned and tanned and super-hot, and it's not my fault no-one is on this diet with me, hence I've got no-one to whine about it with. Thus if I can't whine, I'm gonna talk about the happy sides of it (because unless you're on a diet too, you don't want to hear me complaining about my diet, trust me)..

So I'm a little obsessed. So what?
Nothing else is happening in my life, besides work. And work. Oh, and some MORE work.
Although I still do go out, I just get home a little earlier.. And it doesn't seem to count, as soon as I get home I'm stressed and obesessed with work again - no matter the time - so I forget about parties and friends immediately..

On monday I met up with Sa. (remember her? lived in London last year, went to Kings's) and Ma. (my crazy blond friend) - by the way I've decided to add a second letter to people's names, so that it'd be less confusing - for drinks. I had Pimms!!! So good. Sooo good. lol
Anyways, Ju. (Ma's ex boyfriend) came by (he had some papers for Ma.) and sat with us. 5 minutes later Ma. left, and so did Sa. a couple minutes later.
I felt trapped!! So I had a drink with him. H called (he was annoyed that I was having a drink with Ju. on my own) to invite us to a party.

Let me just say that it was one crazy party. It was in the Louvre, was openbar all night long, and suffice to say that I got completely drunk.
So drunk in fact, that I ended up in the Men's (VIP) bathroom, smoking pot with three of one of my acquaintances' friends - when I hadn't touched a joint in 5 years - and it was fuuuuuuun.
And the funniest of it all, is that I got home at midnight! I got completely pissed and high just between 7.30pm and midnight. Cool.
Oh, and Lindsay Lohan was the 'godmother' of the party.. She looks gross in real life, and really orange. But she has a great body.

And on wednesday, I went to Ju's (the female one) flat after work for a little get-together, and with 3 other girls and two guys we ended up love-bitting each other. Just for fun. Just because we were drunk as hell. It wasn't sexual at all.

Gosh, I'm weird. My friends are weird. People in Paris are weird. Pfeeew. CRA-ZY.

Anyways, we don't write, but YOU don't write either, U.S. Biatch. You're not even on facebook anymore. Congrats on the permit though!!! You do know that when you do get the full licence, you'll have to take us all on a roadtrip throughout the US, right?

hihi

MUCH LOVE

crazy-frenchie