zinzinish

i like the fresh feel of a new year. i cleaned my apartment today; i’m getting a roommate, which is exciting, but only for a couple of weeks, which is kind of heartbreaking. i hear she’s british, i like that. and since i am no longer seduced by their accents, things should go smoothly.

i’m in love with paris. i know there are a lot of people competing for his heart, but i think i stand a chance for a slice. at first i thought paris should be a girl, you know, fresh flower shops on every corner, jazzy cafes, couples snuggled, his nose hidden in the nook of her neck, the eiffel tower glittering blue through the night. but the more i think about it, the more it feels like paris is the smooth, fitted-trousers-wearing, well-coiffed parisian boy seducing us all.

i love my friends here. LOVE them. i love who i am here. i love the mental pictures i get to take everywhere i go, like on the street a few weeks ago, when i passed a baby in a stroller, who made the loudest gurgling/laughing noise, and made me wish i could go back in time to record it. or the other night when this boy in sweats got on and off the same three trains i rode, then exited at my station. maybe he thought i was following him because i thought he was cute. maybe i thought the same, a little bit. either way, paris is creeptastic, but lets you daydream like a child.

it’s also been insane here, and i have a BUNCH of stories to tell you. i’ll get on it asap. be back tomorrow.

love,