Metro,
sidewalk,
weird vintage stores,
homeless men &their cats,
and currently my apartment.
I came home to focus on writing a paper, but obviously you can see how well thats going.. The house smelled so good, my host was making lunch and it smelled so great, whatever it was. But then someone came over, and is totally smoking in the kitchen-right next to my bedroom. It reeeeks. And I can't focus anymore.
Also I am starving and really wanted to go make myself a sandwich with all the deliciousness I have.. in the kitchen. So that's a no go right now. So I'm literally drinking down the crumbs of pringles I have left over from America[<3].
I thought you didn't like smoke Katherine? Remember that time you were showing me around your apartment and told me if I'm going to smoke I have to do it out the bathroom window? Yes, those ashtrays are still there. Please tell your friend to smoke elsewhere so I can pass college.
Merci beaucoup.
I swear, if I were to die of anything over here in Paris it would be lung cancer from all the second-hand smoke I'm receiving on a daily basis.
Also I am starving and really wanted to go make myself a sandwich with all the deliciousness I have.. in the kitchen. So that's a no go right now. So I'm literally drinking down the crumbs of pringles I have left over from America[<3].
I thought you didn't like smoke Katherine? Remember that time you were showing me around your apartment and told me if I'm going to smoke I have to do it out the bathroom window? Yes, those ashtrays are still there. Please tell your friend to smoke elsewhere so I can pass college.Merci beaucoup.
I swear, if I were to die of anything over here in Paris it would be lung cancer from all the second-hand smoke I'm receiving on a daily basis.
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