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Things that I am stuggling to accept:

-Lenny Kravitz and Paris Hilton? Of course, I had to hear it from the French tabloids. I can only imagine the gaggle of laughter when their publicists announced that they were, of course, just friends. I'm sure they have loads in common. Like being painfully hot and wanting to bang each other.

-I just got a fucking ticket on the bloody metro. 25€ (around thirty dollars), right down the bloody train. I had begun to throw my tickets away as soon as I was through the gate, like pretty much everyone else. This reminded me of when I got caught stealing a Skytrain ride in Vancouver. Except I was drunk and better at lying, so I told them I had no cash/ID etc, and gave them some randomass fake name. Karma? Perhaps.

-That every man in Paris has a gorgeous, perfect little ass. It's enough to give a man whiplash. Seriously.

-I still can't believe my H and M find - a white belt that says the following in black letters: I was so poor growing up, if I wasn't a boy I wouldn't have had anytrhing to play with. I love it.

-That I may not actually hate Warhol anymore. Historically, I believe him to be the foremost dilettante of the twentieth century. I saw his piece called The Electric Chair, which seemed one of those rare pieces of his that did more than simply regurgitate an absurd reality. The only difference was the use of color, really, but it was powerful. Also, I saw La vie secrète des plantes, by Anselm Keifer, which is quite probably my new favorite piece in the Centre Pompidou.

-That I'm leaving Paris tomorrow instead of Tuesday, since I am being quasi-kicked out of my free digs because they have another guest arriving. Well, the honeymoon had to end sometime. Unfortunately, I am now completely obsessed with Paris. All that I need to go to be happy is walk around the city all day; listening to music, window shopping, checking out the sea of hot ass, etc.

-That it's costing me seven bloody euros to use the internet for an hour. Fuck ça.