Plus, the drinks are 20's style - really strong a.k.a. pure gin.
chui tombé sur un con.I went to the prefecture of police for Cité U here in paris to obtain my carte de séjour. mmmmm, well needless to say, I didn't get it. I woke up at 7, to get to the RER and take that to Cité U for an appointment at 8h35. However, the place doesn't even open till 9. 3 hours later, i'm leaving carte-de-sejourless... Once again, France does not want me. But in actuality, it was probably just the douchebag that was processing my papers, so I'm told. No worries, I have another option thankfully, grâce à Helene and Elisa at the CEA office, and if that doesn't work then it looks like I just need to stay here illegally and fly under the radar, which I doubt that that would be a problem considering France doesn't swipe passports or even have anyone attending the passport control gates anymore.
Speaking of douchebags, my welcome-dad (the persons whose house i'm staying in) is probably grade-A douche. Despite my attempts to avoid him, I still manage to run into him from time to time, and he always manages to make a snide remark and make it known that he's the head of the house. Frankly, I don't care. If it weren't for the 2 free meals and the use of the dishwasher, I'd have peaced outta this joint long ago, but the pro's outway the con's (con is french for dick making that statement really funny double entendre/pun)
Oh yay! I bought a coat, very professional and androgynous-looking, thanks to Kiersten, my love. I'm way too indecisive to go shopping on my own, I've concluded.
Thanks <3
Now off to find some num-nums, and do a paper!

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