somebody fainted. who was it that fainted, tom?

i'm going to make this quick.

i have decided three things.

1. i'm taking french as a subject at university next year.
2. my first date of the year is going to be at ari's souvlaki, that greek place in sea point. the one where they serve wine in glass tumblers and are never shy with the garlic. toothbrushes mandatory.
3. life's too short to have an ugly boyfriend.

i am in france, and no, they do not neglect the underarm area to grow wild and impressive. neither do they have moustaches, regardless of gender or eat frogs' legs. however, they do buy baguettes with their newspapers each morning, make a table affair of every meal and with every said meal there is bread and cheese. roquefort, i learned, has mould cultures growing on it. and bread is never placed on the plate. it is always put on the table.

i am also going to adapt my novel into a screenplay this year. there will be time for creativity, i think.
'ain't you a funny girl; eliza. ain't ya. you're cheeky, you are, and brazen. and you never take no for an answer.'