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Wednesday 3 March 2004 | I like a cookie
Which is where I’ve been spending some of my infrequent hahahahaha online time lately, trying to decipher various verbs the Film Critic sends me which I don’t recognize and neither does my crappy little travel dictionary (the proper useful one’s in storage). This morning’s offering:
Qui suis-je? et qui es-tu? sommes-nous ensemble et si non, pourquoi pas? je meurs ici sans toi, en revant de toi . . .
Which I translate liberally as:
Who am I? and who are you? are we together and, if not, why not? I’m dying over here without you, haunted by you . . .
Um, anyway. [Bites wrist sharply to make self shape up and stop being an incoherent besotted lovesick intellectual adulteress.] I was going to post some more meaningful content five days ago, before all this Fatal-Attraction-meets-Jules-et-Jim stuff gripped me in its hypnotic slavering insectoid clutches.
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