It's a thin line, really, between oblivion and being on the fence. Neither allows you to adequately make a decision, and neither engages you enough in the consequences of a potential decision, should you make one. So here's a great question: meringue or not meringue? While traditionally in France the tarte au citron is made… Continue reading because pie is irrational
Tag: French
It just creped into my mind
"Even shit sounds sexier in french." I totally abide that. No shame either. I don't know if it's the fact that the french language just forces out the sexy voice of whoever speaks it, or is it just the fact that the language is inherently elegant. My point is, it's sad, but most of us will… Continue reading It just creped into my mind
Thunderstruck
She, in her pastel yellow denim, positioned herself in such a way that the diffused sunlight scattered from the disco ball hung at the window swam surrealistically across her back. Her hair, like Ms. Frizzle's, hid from my line of vision, her profile. I then proceeded to lift, from my cake caddie, the boxed lid,… Continue reading Thunderstruck