ps... can you guess which one's me?

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Eh voila.

Je viens de voir "La Vie En Rose". Il s'agit de la vie de Edith Piaf. Je suis allee avec Jay et Missy et son camarade du chambre... qui s'appelle Jacob ou Josh ou quelque chose comme ca.

J'aime bien Edith Piaf- vous pouvez ecouter a ses chansons la, au gauche. Padam, c'est a lui. C'etait un peu long, mais, c'etait une vie, alors, comment peut-on montre la vie entiere d'une personne pendent deux heures?

Elle n'etait si differente que toutes les autres chanteuses... vous savez... on aime penser que la passe etait meilleur qu'aujourd'hui mais ce n'est pas vrais. On avait toute meme les drogues et l'alcohol, qui cassent la vie.

Elle aime vraiment un homme, elle avait un vrais amour. Mais ce n'etait pas vraiment VRAIs, parce-que l'homme etait deja epouser a une autre femme, et il avait trois enfants. Il "aime" Edith, mais il telephone sa femme chaque jour, et il retourne souvent chez lui (a Morocco). Ca serrait si difficile, je pense. Ca serrait impossible. Alors, tu aimes un homme mais il ne jamais serra la tienne? Il aime deux femmes au meme temps? Impossible. C'est impossible d'aimer deux personnes au meme temps. Je ne veux jamais etre dans un situation comme ca. S'il avait une autre copine, je voudrais le savoir, et puis, je partirais. Si je reste avec lui ce n'est pas juste pour l'autre femme, ce n'est pas juste pour moi--- je saurais que lui n'est pas un bon homme. Peut-etre c'est differente pour les francaises, mais pour moi, je ne pouvais pas faire les chose comme ca.

Alors. Edith. Elle n'etait pas facile, c'est vraie, celle. Je suis heureuse que elle n'ait pas ete mon amie. Maintenant ses chansons me faisent un peu triste. J'ai toujours pense qu'elle soit une veille femme souriante, qui chante avec une voix forte et douce. J'ai pense que elle soit heureuse... peut-etre un peu triste, de temps a temps. Mais elle etait comme Marilyn Monroe! Euh, voila. Je ne sais pas ce que je dit. Je vais me coucher maintenant. J'ai mange le diner trop tot aujourd'hui. Normalement je mange a neuf heure. Apres le cinema j'ai fait du velo. Je suis allee au bout de Waterman St. ou se trouve un petit restaurant. Je pense que c'est tres cher, la, mais c'est toujours completement plein des gens. C'est juste a cote de la fleuve. Je suis restee la pendent un peu de temp, et je regardais l'eau pendant beaucoup de temps. Apres ca j'ai retourne chez moi et voila, je suis encore ici.

Bon nuit!

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Today the world got a little more humid for the residents of the Ocean State. I biked home in a delightfully weaving manner, smelling the sweet scent of the Bay on the constant breeze.

You might think that as a person who grew up in an extremely arid state that humidity would bother me more. But during my life the only quality time I've ever spent in a humid place is when we would go to Ocean City, Maryland, to the beach.

In my mind these particular qualities of the air are associated intimately with boogie boards, Oreos, putt-putt golf, fudge, multi-colored citrus gummies, The Food Lion, random movies at the little multi-plex, J-R's Ribs, and the soft tinkling sound of the roving ice-cream truck. That is, they are associated with Zanzibar's vision of paradise on earth.

So while everyone else in Rhode Island is grumbling a little bit about the coming of the humid air, I can't help but feel as if I am constantly on vacation.

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I'm trying to find a good Chinese place in Providence, and I think I found a winner I'll have to start with the number 49 option, please...

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I can't wait to see this one!

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'Tis man's perdition to be safe
For when the truth he ought to die

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Today I made devilled eggs and potato salad while C and K ate dinner and fought with each other. My kitchen isn't very large. I would have made devilled eggs elsewhere had I known that they were going to choose to have their argument in the middle of our very small kitchen, but I was frankly there HOURS before they came. Bicker bicker bicker, over the most trivial of items, and back and forth I went from one counter to the other, mixing, coating, refrigerating, wrapping with clingwrap, etc.

Working quickly and quietly, I felt like the Invisible Man. A fly on the wall, perhaps. A devilled-egg-making, invisible, silent fly on the wall. Then as I was walking out he yelled, "See ya!" in a friendly voice.

Usually at this point in the game I say "See ya guys!" in a very cheerful voice. Perhaps I feel as if I am in some way lifting the mood by doing this. But this time I just said
"yeah." and let the door slam closed behind me.

I left for my BBQ and was gone for many hours and when I came back they were still arguing over trivial things. I wonder if they took a break while I was out or if they'd just been going the entire time.

Outside the sound of firecrackers (illegal in Rhode Island) reverberate off the walls like distant mortar fire. The smell of sulfur hangs in the air and makes the night seem exciting and full of adventure.

I want to throw open the window to it and close the vent to their fighting.

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
Almost, at times, the Fool.

Well ya know what, T.S. Eliot? Take this:

"Arthur Abbott: Iris, in the movies we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason you are behaving like the best friend.
Iris: You're so right. You're supposed to be the leading lady of your own life, for god's sake!"


That movie would have been awesome if Cameron Diaz hadn't ruined it.

YEAH well I'm tired of being an awkward side character in my own life!! I'm so glad I'm MOVING!!!!

Though all this will provide good fodder for the movie I will eventually write. The breaking point for the "me" character will come when she goes into the public bathroom and she waves her hand under the automatic sink and it won't turn on. Wave, wave... no water. Smack. SMACK! No water. The woman next to her turns hers on and washes her hands. The 'me' character tries that one as soon as she leaves and it won't turn on either. Since she had already been feeling invisible, this is the last straw and she totally loses it there in the bathroom and has a break down. This is of course a big turning point in her life.
This is why it's hard for me to write a book, I think of everything in movie-format. And in newspaper headlines.

Meanwhile I've started on Project: BAMF. If you do not know what a BAMF is, you probably aren't one. That said, anyone who wants to join me on Project: BAMF is welcome. Hoo-AH!

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