063 The Big circle

I had a meeting with some Germans this morning. One of them had a gigantic black smudge of something on his nose and the other one had huge watery stains on the front of his shirt … What the hell do you say? I spent the first ten minutes of the meeting completely distracted because I could not figure out if I should address the issue or not.  And then I was completely confused as to why as colleagues, the two German guys couldn’t talk to each other and comment on their looks. I think that only makes sense. Just the night before I had to tell another guy that he had a bunch of toothpaste all over his chin. I was so proud of myself for making a note of it (aloud). Although I think that if someone really feels the need to brush their teeth at all hours of the day AND during business hours, they should at least check things out in the mirror first. Call me crazy.

I have decided that Paris is too over-crowded. I will never know why so many people want to live here. It's not worth iiiiiiit. People are everywhere. So, whenever there is a hole in a crowd, it doesn’t mean people are just being nice by anticipating your arrival and making a cozy little buffer area so that you don’t feel uncomfortable. No, that little hole in the crowd is usually a very bad sign that something isn’t right. Like a fresh ‘shit’ of origin unknown (meaning it could be human, we don’t know). That's how we experience this town, a sweet discovery at every turn.

They were at it again today in the mall. That dance club of people who have absolutely no problem showing off their dancing skills in front of strangers. Again, just like every week, this was Country music day, with all the square dancing and all that. The French really are fans of the stuff. They may think all Americans are stupids and arrogant, but the country music is A-ok. Everyone dressed appropriately with the stetson hat, the jeans, the cowboy boots and a very eclectic assortments of "cowboy shirts". There was this one guy who seemed to be very, very enthusiastic about the whole think. Making grand gestures in sync with the music. A lot of little "gun hand signs" shooting off all over the place.

For the past 3 days, the guys currently working on the competition have been at work until 5 or 6 am. 3 fucking nights in a row. The organization is just like that piece of warm turd in the middle of that french circle, yes, exactly like that!

In the meantime, I already miss this:

and this:

and of course this:

Dying to kick someone's ass today.