My my, isn’t FHC a greedy little bitch ???

While I was finally finishing to watch Lars Von Trier’s “Dogville” which happens to be a fantastic movie as well as the confirmation of my worst fears on human kind (even poor people are bastards), my roommate Kevin D. was patronizing gay businesses. He told me that he even ran into Kevin W. accompanied by Neil B. at the Diner last night and that “either a strong wind was blowing or gravity works sideways for the Watsoner” because British Kevin was clearly stumbling at 9 p.m. Surprise surprise !. Hillbilly Kevin suggested that maybe he had learnt to “be a lush in Oxford”. My roommate also complained about the fact that every asshole at the Diner yesterday made much more than his and my salary combined as if there was a premium on being a superficial fag by opposition to humble monks like us.

All that to say that I had a very lame coffee with Kevin D. I let him order my breakfast and had to eat a rather unpleasant brie/apple crepe. He spent a great part of our time together trying to convince me that his new favorite song “Gold Digga” is pure genius (he is a musician for Chrissake….a failed one….but still a musician. Shouldn’t he know better?). He also told me that he “found a new blog called Pink is the new Blog” to which I replied “I know of a new TV news channel called CNN”.

Kevin’s live is run by laziness and he is content and stasis (per his own words) while he claims my life is run by “want” (per his own words too actually). Yes I am a greedy little bitch. I even stole all the complementary newspaper in the coffee shop we were at. He also titled the picture on your left “FHC dutifully yet happily composes his disparaging blog rife with inaccurate but hilarious hyperbole while simultaneously playing hookey from work”.

This being said, enough, I am now leaving for NYC on a mission to buy a new pair of jeans this week-end as well as take care of LL, my pre-teen boyfriend and meet with a Chinese arms manufacturer. It took me 2 hours to iron 5 shirts for my upcoming trip (I’ll leave directly from NYC if you must know); there must be a reason why us, a.k.a. elegant people, have not talent for chores.

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[LL]

Any good jean shopping suggestions from the Peanut Gallery would be appreciated. I have no idea where to take FHC.

Merci bcp.