12.6.07

I'm writting for perfect bilingual

Here we go.

Listening to music, I am.
"take a look at my girlfriend". I'd like to, boy, I'd like to.

cut my hair. Great !!!

I met Clint, today in the street. yeah, you know Clint, the cutest guy ever. He says i' got to change my evil way. i said what evil way ??? i'm like the perfect holly virgin ! he says "ok, let's see it ... hum, yeah that's right...". then i ask him "what do you think about a innocent date ? I mean, you're fuccking hot and sexy. we HAVE TO make the most of it ! and i've just cut my hair, i mean, i won't wash it for you if you want, to keep this gorgeous hairstyle; it will be a little bit greasy, but what the matter ?? and hum, we could meet at hummmm...come and get me tonight at 8 ! see you, boy, you're so hot !"and i let him here there, watching at me with his incredible blue eyes...haaaaaaaaaaaaa.

i was gone for 1 hour, 37 minutes, and 29 second, when i heard my mobile rang. that's was him calling me !! i asked "how did you get my number ???" he said " i just knew it, baby!" then "i can't wait for tonight. hope you too and ... hang on, my mother calling me on the other line.
I waited, listening to Lou and Victor argument, watching Romain being more and more jealous reading messages send to Camille by jeremy and/or julien. 2 thousand and twenty four years later, he answered back.


I tell you the rest later .....