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Lengend———ary!
Hey ma! Look I have my own garden! It started as this: And then about three days later I have this: In the end I decided not to eat everything right from the little box like I was raised in … Continue reading
Being a functioning adult is overrated.
If my PhD thesis has taught me anything, it’s that I’m terrible at handling “adult” life. Well, perhaps I shouldn’t call it “adult”. It’s more about situations that are a bit more tense than I would like them to be. … Continue reading
Gali attempts to get ice cream. In February.
Finland has had a bad influence on me. The moment there is some sun outside and it’s a tad warmer I feel the need to eat ice cream. See, Finland is an awesome country because every single shop (by that … Continue reading
Mais oui, la vie est belle.
Yesterday afternoon I posted a tweet, in French, in which I made a horrible spelling mistake, “vous fêtes”. It’s not the first time I make monumental errors like that, I remember a comment I left on carnifinda‘s LJ that will … Continue reading
I’m 12 and I embrace it.
Yes, I did giggle. Yes, people looked weird at me when I was taking that photo. Clearly more people should have the mentality of a 12 year old on crack.
On revient aux biscuits.
First of all, let me come back to Monsieur Biscuit I mentioned yesterday. There was a question as to whether those cookies were a recent addition to the aisles, and the answer is yes, they were launched in March 2010, … Continue reading
C’est pas faux…
Either there is some truth to the story that the more colourful a food is, the more you want to eat it… … or I’m just a big kid and colourful food is fun! (the cabbage became my mum’s signature … Continue reading
Chez Meuh!
Remember the cow thing? It’s an unwritten law that anything that has to do with cows, especially cows that ressemble my sister’s Meuh*, is considered holy. So when a restaurant opened close to where my sis lives that used a … Continue reading
Finding our inner children again.
While visiting the lost villages around Toulouse the other week-end I saw a sign for a labyrinth and I squeed*. It was enough to convince my sis that everyone should go there, there are perks to being the baby… even … Continue reading
I complain on FB and get this in return? Awesome!
In the land of awesome there is awesome, me and the peeps who send me random stuff because I complain that Halloween isn’t fun in France. I blame my love for the holiday on my love for coming up with … Continue reading