Recently turned 22 and expecting this year to be the most crazy year of my life, just like the last 22 others. I have a nameless insomniac fish and not enough memory cells.I find ''vulve'' to be the funniest French word and I can't grow an avocado tree for shit.
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Your quote for the day:
America is a country that doesn't know where it is going but is determined to set a speed record getting there.
Laurence J. Peter
My honey is part of a ping-pong team here in Lyon (for school purposes) and Friday night, because the "Beaujolais nouveau" had arrived in town, the commitee was throwing a special wine-tasting session at the local gymnasium. For free. It all started at 8 p.m. and by 10p.m. I had drank 9 glasses of wine. Here in France they don't have public toilets where you can sit and do your thing. No. You have to stand up, place your feet on two small plateforms and aim the hole below. So later in the night (it must of been around midnight) I really had to go pee but was to drunk to piss standing up while trying not to fall off the plateforms, so I decided to go outside, and take some fresh air at the same time. I saw a door down the hall that led directly outside so I opened it, hid in a corner and did what I had to do. I went back for the door, and, of course, it was one of those doors that you can open from the inside, but it is locked from the outside. No problem, I'll go around the building and go in from the front door. As I turn around, I realize I am surrounded by fences everywhere. No problem, I'm drunk, I can take any challenge right now!!! I started climbing the nearest fence, and as I was about to jump over it, the bottom of my pants got stuck, everything went blank and when I opened my eyes, I was lying face down on the ground. I got up, saw that on my left knee I had a big hole in my jeans and that I was bleeding bad, I couldn't feel my right hand and I had bleeding scratches inside my two hands. Shit. My boyfriend is still inside and I have to go in. After 15 minutes of trying to figure out where that stupid froot door was, I finally found my way in, trying to be as invisible as I could be to everyone I passed by. The first thing my boyfriend said to me when he saw me was "What the hell?!?! You tell me you have to go pee, you come back 30 minutes later and you look like you just got hit by a car??? Are you o.k.??" "Yeah, can we grab a glass of wine and go home right now please?" The next morning (yesterday) I woke up with my sheets covered with blood everywhere, I couldn't walk on my left leg and I can't use my right hand. Today were going to eat at my honey's parents and I'm gonna be so embarressed when they're gonna ask me what happenned to me, I gotta find a back-up story. posted by Cyril et Marie 10:46 am
Thursday, November 20, 2003
This morning as I was laying in my bed, flashbacks from a discussion with my psychiatrist appeared in my head. I had a bit of a weird vision of men back then.
HER-So tell me, do you recall any memories about men when you were young?
ME-Hum... No. Actually yes. When I was 5 or 6 years old, my dad had a friend who used to come and visit once in a while and he really smelled weird. At that time I had never seen a penis before but I figured that he propably smelled like a penis.
HER-Did he ever touch you?
ME-Oh no. I just thought he smelled funny.
HER-O.k. now let’s talk about some of your first experiences. Do you remember your first real kiss?
ME-Sure do! I was 8 years old, at that time I used to live in Thunder Bay, Ontario and one day, my neighbour (who I barely knew) came over to my house and asked me if we could play together. I said yes and we went under a huge pine tree to talk about pretty much anything. Finally, we ended up frenchkissing passionately while rolling around in the grass.
HER-And did you have feelings for that little boy?
ME-It wasn’t a little boy.
HER-It was a man?
ME-No it was a girl.
Silence. She scribbled something on a piece of paper. Silence again.
As I was writing away my winter blues yesterday, my honey asked me why, even though I’m French, I always write what’s on my mind in English. Hum. Well first of all, I find the French language to be much too subtle in a kinda explicit way. It’s also too dramatic for me. I find that on the other side, the English language is more blunt. Also, everything is easier to be said in English, even if it’s bad news. There’s a way of using some kind of dark sarcastic humour in English that can make a dying man laugh. So I leave the French language for the real poets. I just need to bitch and make peace on Earth. posted by Cyril et Marie 4:36 pm
HYGIENE
Whatever the size of the house or flat, the bathroom and the toilet are usually two distinct rooms. This is a matter of hygiene for the French and also of convenience (it avoids frantic knocking on the door while someone is singing under the shower) In older houses or apartments, you may find an object that has always fascinated foreigners, le bidet. This pear-shaped, low wash-basin was used for washing intimate body parts in the days when a full wash was not considered a daily requirement. In the 19th century and at the beginning of this century, le bidet contributed to the development of personal hygiene. Today, showers have become commonplace, and le bidet is no longer part of the bathroom. I just find it ideal for keeping cans of beer cool during parties! posted by Cyril et Marie 12:45 pm
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
After almost 4 months of living in France, I've decided to pin point the differences that I've noticed so far. So every once in a while, I'll keep you updated on those "little" details. For starters, here's something I've read in a travel book for newbies in Lyon, France's second biggest city:
"A few rules about driving. The French are high-pressure drivers, always accelerating and braking suddenly. Keep your eyes ont the road! It is well-know that once inside the metallic shell of their car, people lose all sense of courtesy. Don't get upset if drivers are gesticulating, yelling, hooting or grimacing at you. Keep your calm. Remember, there is no point in living in France unless you have a sense of humour!"
Why didn't anybody tell me that BEFORE I got here?!? posted by Cyril et Marie 5:59 pm
Monday, November 10, 2003
The book I am reading right now is "Voyage au bout de la nuit" from the French author Céline. And here's a passage I really like:
"Dupré donne d'autre part, dans sa terminologie si imagée et dont il avait l'apanage, le nom de "diarrhée cogitive de libération" à cette crise qui s'accompagne chez le sujet d'une sensation d'euphorie très active, d'une reprise très marquée de l'activité de relations, reprise, entre autres, très notable du sommeil, qu'on voit se prolonger soudain pendant des journées entières, enfin autre stade: suractivité très marquée des fonctions génitales, à tel point qu'il n'est pas rare d'observer chez les mêmes malades auparavant frigides, de véritables "fringales érotiques". D'où cette formule : "Le patient n'entre pas dans la guérison, il s'y rue!" posted by Cyril et Marie 10:45 am
Friday, November 07, 2003
Here's a pretty nice pick-up line I found on butterflybrat's blog (http://butterfliesandbrats.blogspot.com/)
"Fuck me if I am wrong, but haven't we met before?"
Ha!
I’ve decided to hop on back into the blog zone, I don’t know for how long but surely long enough to finish this entry. I realized that my description was pretty much expired but it’s interesting to look back at it and analyze it
“Recently turned 22 and expecting this year to be the most crazy year of my life, just like the last 22 others. I have a nameless insomniac fish and not enough memory cells.I find ''vulve'' to be the funniest French word and I can't grow an avocado tree for shit.” Well first of all, I am now 23, and I must say it is true, I DID have pretty much the craziest year of my life. I spent new year’s eve in Time Squares, New York city, met my honey in Québec, Canada, got married within the next 8 months, and am now living in France in a house with a huge backyard and lots of pear trees. As for my insomniac fish, well, it ain’t insomniac no more cause when I moved to France, I gave it to my best buddy Dan who fed it with pretty much anything (Damn it Dan I TOLD you he was a vegetarian!) and it wasn’t long before he died of to much gas. My memory cells, still not enough BUT I did gather a few extra ones since I’ve stopped being such a pot head. Vulve hahahahaha!!! And yes, I DID finally grow not one, but 3 beautiful avocado trees, they live at my mom’s place now and I can’t wait ‘til they pop out a few avocados. So there, that’s my review for the last 12 months. Not bad for a girl who still sleeps with a Teddy bear! posted by Cyril et Marie 6:21 pm
Tuesday, May 27, 2003
Good news, my honey's parents have now accepted the fact that we really love each other and sent us a lovely e-mail to let us know that they will be thinking of us tomorow even though we are really far away. Thank you God. I can now get married with a free mind. And I promise I will buy them a really nice gift when I'll meet them for the first time. posted by Cyril et Marie 5:14 pm
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Man this sucks. My baby just received an e-mail from his mother. You see when he told his parents we were getting married, his mom freaked out and his dad refused to speak to him. They haven't spoken since, and today, she wrote him really heartless shit about how she loves him a lot, cares about his happiness and that she knows that all of this (meaning the wedding) isn't part of his true happiness. It's one thing to disagree with your child's decision but it's another thing to say mean things to him. So now my sweetheart is feeling really down and I totally understand because even though his parents are being really cruel to him, he loves them a lot and wishes that they would understand our feelings for each other and be happy for him/us. And I'm sitting here, helpless, while he's replying a long (REALLY long) e-mail to his mom and I feel like there's nothing I can do to make things better because it's between him and his parents. I can't call them and explain everything or go for supper with them, and that really saddens me. All I can do is try and cheer him up but I know deep down inside that none of my positive sayings will do him good, only the reassurance of a mother or a father can make a child feel better in that kind of situation. posted by Cyril et Marie 8:38 pm
Wednesday, May 07, 2003
So this is it. I'm getting married next May 28th. 2 days ago, my boyfriend, Dan (we needed a witness) and I went to the city hall for our "wedding interview". Once we got there we noticed there are 2 categories of people in that place; hot chicks with classy outfits waiting to go in the courtroom (professionally speaking), and, at the opposite, freaks, weirdos and wackos waiting to go to court too (criminally speaking). Anyways they called up my name and we went into the office of a nice lady who asked us only a few questions to my boy and I, and afterwards she asked Dan if it was true, and he answered yes (he had in his hands a pamphlet about "what are the consequences after commiting a crime" that he had picked up while waiting in the hall, and I was praying that the lady didn't notice it), we signed here and there and that was pretty much it. It seemed a bit too fast and easy for me but I guess thats just our generation after all. And now I have to figure out what to wear for the big day. I'm so excited!!!! posted by Cyril et Marie 8:47 pm
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Your quote of the day:
Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function.
I've got some really big news. Actually a bit too big for me. Deep breath, here it goes; 1, 2 3: I'm getting married. That's right, me. My mom just left my place and I told her about it and I think she won't be sleeping for a while. She's all excited!!! Oh and Mimi, I know you're reading this so go make yourself some popcorn and sit down while taking deep breaths for a few hours.
You see my boy comes from France and the laws are pretty stupid there and I'm moving with him next September either in Lyon (France) or Pointe-à-Pitre (Guadeloupe), it all depends on which University will give him a positive answer. And after speaking with a dozen of different people, the solution they gave me in order for me to work and live there was to get married. BUT I really do love my baby, it's just... weird. So we're not gonna do a big wedding in a church and all, just at the city hall.Yap, so Marie is soon gonna become a "Madame". I gotta go eat some pickles and cheap "pâté" to wash it all down. posted by Cyril et Marie 11:03 pm
FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!! I just read on weirdspaghetti's site (http://weirdspaghetti.blog-city.com/) that Paul Van Dyke (whom btw I say a couple of times in Vancouver, kicks ass!!) cancelled his set last April 20th because of the SARS. I've got a pair of tickets for the Ben Harper and Jack Johson concert on June 30th in Toronto and if it gets cancelled, man will I ever be mad!!! My boyfriend is trying to make me change my mind and not go to that concert because of the SARS. My answer to that? "Honey there are 23 people who died of the SARS so far in Toronto. There are way more people who die in car accidents every day and you've never asked me not to drive because of that!!" posted by Cyril et Marie 12:30 am
Last night was my boyfriend's last day at the University and last day at school equals PAR-TY!!!! It all started at 5pm and by midnight, my boy was puking on a chair while his friend was trying to stick his hand in my shirt (asshole!!), one of my girlfriends (which I thought was a lesbian) was making out with a guy she totally hated, and a girl who has a crush on my boy was trying to be friendly to me so I took advantage of the situation and kept on asking her to bring me popcorn. When my sweetheart woke up this morning, first think he asked me was if I felt like eating a steak. Weirdo. I love him so much. posted by Cyril et Marie 12:17 am
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
FINALLY!!!! I've got this one friend who I am very close to but every year, when his birthday is around the corner I never know what to get him. It's like I know him so well, that I can't find the perfect gift for him. Plus he is a lot like me. Weird, unpredictable and disgusted by reality shows. BUT last night, as I was trying to kill some time on the net, I've found IT. I'm gonna give him a mango tree. (I'd give him an avocado tree but it would only be good in about 5 years). See below
If you want to join Coldplay and help the environment then why not plant a tree in the Coldplay forest? The forest is in Bangalore, India and is planted with Mango trees which as well as soaking up CO2 also provides a food source and income stream for the local Indian farmers, so you really will be making a valuable contribution. We'll send you a customised Coldplay certificate and a map of the site to thank you for your contribution.
Now I only have to wait 'til August 15th for his birthday posted by Cyril et Marie 6:47 pm
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
No matter how rich you become, how famous or powerful, when you die the size of your funeral will still pretty much depend on the weather.
Last Friday, my buddy Dan and I went to a shopping center to get him some new shoes. Once we got there, I realized, to my excitement, that because Easter is so close, those yearly miniature farms had already been set up. So after Dan bought his shoes we (o.k. maybe just me) went crazy over those little animals, trying to steal little cutie chicks and stuff them in Dan's new shoe box. But the maintenance guy said it wasn't a good idea because they need to be kept warm all the time (pffff as if Dan's shoes aren't warm enough!!) So anyways, we got to a cage where two really big fat peacocks were just hangin' on a pole and as Dan was yelling out loud to an old lady "Those babies would really be nice on a BBQ hey lady!?!" I noticed that a bunch of wrinkly old folks were sitting on couches right in the middle of the hall. You know what I'm talking about; in every mall, there's a spot where a random furniture store exposes some "in season" sofas. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate old people, not at all, cause I know one day I'll be old too so I respect them. But the thing is, I find it oh so very pathetic to see them just sitting on their couch, and knowing that another one of their old friend is gonna show up that day and sit beside him/her cause that's what their life has become. Giving "rendez-vous" on a couch in a mall. And what do they talk about? Absolutely nothing. They just sit there and look around, blowing their nose once in a while and sticking that Kleenex back into their sleeve. I was thinking of becoming a Big Sister for a child but maybe I should become a Little Sister for one of those elderly people and take him/her bowling or something. That could be good for my karma! posted by Cyril et Marie 10:56 pm
Saturday, April 05, 2003
HOLLY *BEEP*!!!!! I was surfing the net to figure out the best way to grow an avocado tree and here's a fact that I didn't know about "Keep in mind that avocados planted from seed take anywhere from 5 to 13 years before they flower and produce fruit." Might as well get to it right now! posted by Cyril et Marie 9:10 pm
There's a huge snow storm going on here right now. Damn it. I need some heat and light for my avocado babies!!! posted by Cyril et Marie 8:21 pm
Thursday, April 03, 2003
O.k., this is it folks!! I am now attempting to grow an avocado tree for good. I've got 5 nice big seeds on their way of giving birth to some beautiful living trees... o.k. there's no sign yet that something is gonna grow out of neither one of those seeds but hey, I've got lots of positive thoughts for them! AND I'm approximatly in my ovulation period right now so I'm thinking that if I spend lots of time with those babies, I'll eventualy see some fertilization process going on in those cotton balls!! posted by Cyril et Marie 4:28 am
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
Here is an American joke I found on an American website. There will be no further comments thank you.
One day a father and a child were walking down Mahattan Island. This was the
year 2032 and as the boy and the father were walking the father stopped and
told his son "see there son that is where your grandfather died during the
terrorist attack to the world trade center".
Then the boys asked in a confused way "what's a world trade center?" The
father answered by saying it was two of the biggest buildings in the World
but it was destroyed by a mad man from Afghanistan."
The boy was once again confused and asked "uhhhh Dad, what's Afghanistan?" posted by Cyril et Marie 12:11 am
Your quote of the day:
Always be nice to your children because they are the ones who will choose your rest home.
Yesterday I was watching a T.V. show about some women's love stories and how they magically found their loved ones. It was pathetically fluffy and had too much of that cheesy-romantic thing going on. And then I started thinking about my first "moment" with my boy...
We were sitting in the kitchen and he was talking about something that was really interesting at the beginning but the moment I layed eyes on his lips, I stopped listening to him and I just stared at his lips which seemed to be dancing as the words softly came out of his mouth. I was so caught in the moment that I cut him off and sayed "Would you mind if I'd brush your teeth?" All embarrassed he answers "O.k. so either I have really bad breath or I've got a big chunk stuck between my teeth!" (that's when I realized how stupid my question was) "NO NO!! I mean... it's just that... I feel like brushing your teeth, that's all!" (you see, it was my way of seeing how crazy this guy was, or on the negative side, how conventional he was) his answer "o.k., wanna do it in the bathroom or right here in the kitchen?" (Bingo!!!) So I answered back "Don't move, I'll get the toothbrush and the toothpaste"
So that's how my love story began *sigh* posted by Cyril et Marie 12:44 am
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
To my embarrassment I was born in bed with a lady.
The disturbing psychological truth that participation in mass murder need not require emotions as extreme or demonic as would seem appropriate for such a malignant project. Or to put the matter another way, ordinary people can commit demonic acts. posted by Cyril et Marie 11:19 pm
Now that the war has begun, everyone is talking about it except me. So I guess like everyone else, I MUST say something about it; right? O.k. then, twist my arm. Here's pretty much what I have to say about it: Props to Michael Moore who stood up last night at the Oscars and said "Shame on you Mister Bush, nobody wants your war."
Michael, you're one hell of a good fellow, I truly admire you and therefore, your work. And for those of you out there who haven't seen his movie yet (Bowling for Columbine), what are you waiting for?!?! And I think that right now, because of everything going, is the best time to see that movie. Peace everyone. posted by Cyril et Marie 7:02 pm
Friday, March 21, 2003
Woke up this morning, looked out the window, saw it was raining. Made myself a Pina Colada while watching documentaries on the most beautiful beaches in the world and pretending it's nice and hot outside. After 3 Pina Coladas it does feel a bit hotter in here. Sweet :o) posted by Cyril et Marie 7:54 pm
Sunday, March 16, 2003
When you've got everything, you've got everything to lose posted by Cyril et Marie 10:27 pm
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Your daily humor:
A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her
husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn't sure it
was such a good idea.
The Doctor asked, "Do you enjoy it?"
She said that she did.
He asked, "Does it hurt you?"
She said no.
The Doctor then told her, "Well, then, there's no reason that you
shouldn't practice anal sex, if that's what you like, so long as you
take care not to get pregnant."
The woman was mystified. She asked, "You can get pregnant from anal
sex?"
The Doctor replied, "Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?"
"You're a psychology student and you couldn't even psycho-analyze yourself. . . ."-- This is something I found on BUTTERFLYBRAT's blog (http://butterfliesandbrats.blogspot.com/). Makes me think of my bestfriend's step-father. He beats the shit out of her mom, cheats on her and she also suspects that he does stuff to her 2 little sisters. His job? Psychologist. Sick fucking bastard. posted by Cyril et Marie 7:34 pm
I've got this bad habit of reading the ingredient label on everything I eat. Last night, as I was eating a McCain frozen vanilla cake, I discovered that they actually put "beef gelatin" in there. That just ruined my munchies big time. I think I'll be heading for the library now... posted by Cyril et Marie 7:27 pm
Monday, March 10, 2003
Check this out. April 26th and 27th 2003, the Coachella Valley Festival is taking place in Indio California. Wanna know who's gonna be playing? Beastie Boys (who only played at 3 concerts since 1999), Red Hot Chili Peppers (but we don't care. Do we?), Ben Harper (who's new album is out TOMORROW by the way :o)), Jack Johnson and other such orgasmic artists. As you are reading this sentence, you're probably banging your head on your keyboard. There there my friend, I'm doing the same thing right now. Dammit.
There he is again. Right where he's supposed to be. He's reading "Sports Illustrated" and you should see the way he turns those precious pages. He manipulates that magazine as if it was the very first edition of Spider Man. His head is so nicely shaved and glowing, that if a sunshine hits it, the whole place is gonna set on fire within seconds (sorry Dan, you look good with your shiny head). Too bad for him though, all the little school girls are in class right now. Today I wore some very "plain" clothes cause I don't want him to notice me. But next time, I think I'll wear something really sexy and instead of sitting somewhere where he can't see me, I'll sit right in front of him. There's only so much that can happen in a library. posted by Cyril et Marie 6:06 pm
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
I am at the library right now and I just found myself a new wacko to study. And believe me, he is "la crème de la crème"! Here's how it all started.
First time I came to this library (not too long ago), first thing I noticed when I walked in was a guy sitting alone at a table, facing everyone (so he could have a good view of every person in the library). The minute I saw him, my heart stopped. Not too many things on this planet scares me, but this guy FREAKED me out. When I looked at him, he slowly looked up and stared right into my eyes as if he knew I was looking at him. He's got that kinda look that leaves you speachless. The Anthony Hopkins' Hannibal kinda look added with a Mona Lisa smile. And then I noticed something weird: he was reading women's magazines... hum...
The next day, I went back and there he was, sitting at the exact same spot. So I chose a computer that gave me a good view of him, but where he couldn't see me unless he turned his head. And I started watching him. There was a girl sitting at the table in front of him. He looked at her for about half an hour, and then he got up, walked up to here, (automatically she looked up) he gave her "THE" look, gently dropped a piece of paper on the table, and left without saying a word. The girl picked up the piece of paper, unfolded it, read it, put on a weird face and continued to read.
Today, he is still there. At his usual spot. And I know that if I look up, he's gonna stare into my eyes. posted by Cyril et Marie 8:05 pm
Sunday, February 09, 2003
"Go often to the house of a friend, for weeds choke the unused path."
It is dangerous for a national candidate to say things that people might remember posted by Cyril et Marie 9:33 pm
Friday, January 31, 2003
My boyfriend thinks I'm a wacko because every morning for breakfast, when I take my hard boiled egg out of the hot water, I draw a face on it with a big black marker and then when I gently peel off the shell without breaking its face, I find a place for it to be confortable. Like this morning for instance, I placed the uncracked shell face on top of my bottle of shampoo, that way, it now has a body. You see it's the same thing as for fishing. People don't go fishing to catch fish. I don't boil eggs to eat them. My mom once explained to me that people who we describe as being weird, but whom we consider funny, usually grow up to be serial killers.
Bang! posted by Cyril et Marie 9:22 pm
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
My everyday life is so full of dilemas.... Should I start looking for a full time job or just hit the road for a nice road-trip down south where it's warm and sunny.... If so, I'll now change my name to Tequila Maria. And if not, I'll just go with Bloody Mary. posted by Cyril et Marie 11:25 pm
Friday, January 24, 2003
Grrrr.... my little angel spoke louder than my devil and so I payed my last car payments with all my traveling money :o( I'm really sad about it but at least, from now on, all the money I'll try and put aside will fully be mine. And also, now I can sell my car this summer :o))) posted by Cyril et Marie 10:42 pm
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
I'm in an urge to go on a trip with tropical tunes, clear blue seas, Pina Coladas, sunshine, sunshine and more sunshine!!! My S.A.D. is kicking in big time and I can't stand these freezing temperatures for another month! Yesterday I went to see a travel agent and she gave me some good deals for Thaïland... problem is, the money I would be spending for this trip would be the money I saved up for Europe next year... oh well, there's always the option "summer jobs" until then :o) One thing's for sure, if I go there, I'm gonna take Thaï cooking lessons and I am gonna get soooo fat!!! mmmMMMmmm... Pad-Thaï. Yummy!
Sawateekah posted by Cyril et Marie 7:27 pm
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Hey guess what?!? I'M ALIVE!!!!! I haven't been here in a while since I am now jobless (thank god!!!) and because I have no computer at my place, I have to go at my boy's University to open up my brain.
I think my last words of wisdom before I die will be "never get sucked into an office job. It will kill you"
I'm so happy to be out of that place, that maybe I'll finally be able to grow that avocado tree. I even had time to send some postcards to my friends when I got back from NY. Oh yeah, I went to New York for new year's eve... waited 4 hours standing around Time Square surrounded with 500 000 people just to see the countdown machine going blank at 37 seconds before midnight (viva la technologie), and then that famous ball that looks so big on T.V. but who is actually pretty freaking small (smaller than an american flag) exploding into a few fireworks. Wouhou. By the time it was 1 am, Time Square was completely empty and I was drinking champagne (it was cheaper than a Pina Colada) with my boyfriend in some weird Irish pub. I had fun taking pictures with gorilla-look-alike-police-officers on our way back though.
Want my opinion? New York is some kind of big publicity scam.
Oh and the statue of liberty? ain't that big either.
Living in a vaccum sucks 
Tuesday, November 25, 2003