In which FHC says all the truth about his pathetic Sunday

I was really going to blog something clever today but I woke up quite horny this morning. Usually in similar situations, I ended up snacking a little more than usual but as I am on a very strict diet since late yesterday, I had to find some alternative. I hesitated very briefly to surf Craig’s list “casual encounters” but instead, as being unfaithful is frowned upon particularly when you live in a really small place, I decided to go on a long bike ride by myself along the Potomac River. It was charming and very sundayish.

I also tried to dig out some pictures of Dominique de Villepin’s son, Arthur(now 19), as I was told by someone (maybe my cousins who obviously are Lubeck rats) quite recently that the kid is charming (the sister is pretty too). I admit that was very gay of me. I apologize. This was impossible mostly because the wireless connection of my neighbors is really becoming unreliable (selfish bastards) and I suspect that the French secret service cleaned up internet. I ended up finding only pictures of his father in swim trunks and had to conclude that sadly the French Prime Minister has a much nicer body than FHC (we only have 25 years of age difference). I also found two French blogs I enjoyed.

That is how I wasted another beautiful Sunday.

Comments

[LL]

Thanks for inviting me on the bike ride. It was really nice of you to think of me, as always.

Also, I think you're quire Villepin-esque.

[Alex A]

this is true love. How jealous I am of such sentiments.