the return of the native

to reflect my renewed fondness for Thomas Hardy, I dedicate this entry to the man who applied an astute, sympathetic and heartbreakingly accurate magnifying glass to morality, life and social constructs of 19th century England. But don't worry, I shan't bore you with a pedantic scrawl about his work (although I recommend it...not quite a merry read, I warn you). Sue Bridehead from "Jude the Obscure" is my new favorite heroine.

the return alludes to my return to writing. it's been, oh more than a month since i've clacked the keyboard, and much has happened. Quick random tidbits

1. My computer died. I have a lovely matte black MacBook now.
2. I became interested in football during the FIFA world cup. John Terry of Chelsea FC is my preferred player, and I won't deny that his striking resemblance to Edward Norton (on steroids) plays a factor in my fatuousness.
3. I almost cried when France lost the World Cup. But I still love Zidane. Don't argue with me on that.
4. I ate steak tartare at least 6 times in less than a month. That is probably 2 pounds of raw beef. Yum.
5. I ordered "Tete de Veau" (Veal Head), a traditional French dish, to discover that it was, literally, everything from the head: brains, scalp, etc.
6. Went into a gay sex shop with lots of sado-masochist playthings. My imagination has sufficiently increased.
7. Went without taking a proper shower for 8 days. Will soon be filming a documentary, "The Shower Crisis: The Journey from Clogged to Clean"
8. Two of my lovely roommates, Jo and Yaya, visited me. Jo and I are engaged. Yaya is our love child.
9. A plumber tried to cheat Olivia and I out of 1500 euros.

i'm tired and am sleepy. bye for now. i'll write more when i am in a more eloquent frame of mind. toodles.