French hate stupid Americans). With a car (albeit a small European one, it would still hurt) buzzing toward her, a young man quickly dashed in the street and swept Sadie out of her heel and to safety (sadface, what's she gonna do with one shoe?). Jean-Frances (seriously, is that his name - could he be more French?) then played the part of the poor little American girl's tour guide the rest of the day (nevermind that Sadie's been to Paris 10 or so times). An art student, Jean-Frances was sooo French sounding that I nearly threw up while Sadie was relaying her stories. He showed her the city, the 17th century flat where he grew up, his favorite place to sketch, and lastly his current flat - complete with buddy, Luc. Luc, as it turns out, was a model (yeah, so he says), he's no Zac Efron but whatevs, let's not split hairs, to borrow from Sadie herself (and Derek Zoolander I believe), he was "ridiculously good looking". With the thought of 1t behind her...Jean-Frances, Luc, Sadie and a jar of peanut butter (can you say peanut butter slap, biyayayayatch?). When in France, do as the French do, right? Oui, Sadie. Oui (aspier il, 1t!).We all know how you idolize a certain Ms. Hilton just tell me there will be no "One Night in Paris, Part Deux". So before you do anything more French, Sadie, bring me back some bread and cheese please.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Beurre de Cacahuètes Slap
Four roommates in four very different places: Jordan in San Fran playing a show, Em chilaxing with the fam in Pasadena, me, here writing, and last but never least, Sadie jet setting in Paris. What a life to be able to - on a moments notice - pack up and escape to France (can you say, "Daddy"). Fed up with 1t and all his mind games and indecisiveness (the boy should not be allowed to have his cake and eat it too), Sadie decided to blow off some steam with a week in Paris. Well suffice it to say word travels fast across the Atlantic, tell of Sadie's adventures have made it to L.A. While frolicking in the busy streets of the 7th district, Sadie got her 4-inch heel caught in the crevice of the cobblestones (this is why the 
French hate stupid Americans). With a car (albeit a small European one, it would still hurt) buzzing toward her, a young man quickly dashed in the street and swept Sadie out of her heel and to safety (sadface, what's she gonna do with one shoe?). Jean-Frances (seriously, is that his name - could he be more French?) then played the part of the poor little American girl's tour guide the rest of the day (nevermind that Sadie's been to Paris 10 or so times). An art student, Jean-Frances was sooo French sounding that I nearly threw up while Sadie was relaying her stories. He showed her the city, the 17th century flat where he grew up, his favorite place to sketch, and lastly his current flat - complete with buddy, Luc. Luc, as it turns out, was a model (yeah, so he says), he's no Zac Efron but whatevs, let's not split hairs, to borrow from Sadie herself (and Derek Zoolander I believe), he was "ridiculously good looking". With the thought of 1t behind her...Jean-Frances, Luc, Sadie and a jar of peanut butter (can you say peanut butter slap, biyayayayatch?). When in France, do as the French do, right? Oui, Sadie. Oui (aspier il, 1t!).We all know how you idolize a certain Ms. Hilton just tell me there will be no "One Night in Paris, Part Deux". So before you do anything more French, Sadie, bring me back some bread and cheese please.
French hate stupid Americans). With a car (albeit a small European one, it would still hurt) buzzing toward her, a young man quickly dashed in the street and swept Sadie out of her heel and to safety (sadface, what's she gonna do with one shoe?). Jean-Frances (seriously, is that his name - could he be more French?) then played the part of the poor little American girl's tour guide the rest of the day (nevermind that Sadie's been to Paris 10 or so times). An art student, Jean-Frances was sooo French sounding that I nearly threw up while Sadie was relaying her stories. He showed her the city, the 17th century flat where he grew up, his favorite place to sketch, and lastly his current flat - complete with buddy, Luc. Luc, as it turns out, was a model (yeah, so he says), he's no Zac Efron but whatevs, let's not split hairs, to borrow from Sadie herself (and Derek Zoolander I believe), he was "ridiculously good looking". With the thought of 1t behind her...Jean-Frances, Luc, Sadie and a jar of peanut butter (can you say peanut butter slap, biyayayayatch?). When in France, do as the French do, right? Oui, Sadie. Oui (aspier il, 1t!).We all know how you idolize a certain Ms. Hilton just tell me there will be no "One Night in Paris, Part Deux". So before you do anything more French, Sadie, bring me back some bread and cheese please.
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