Dies Irae.

i am pissed and i'm writing in english so that i can swear as much as i want. i am fucking sick of french people ALWAYS being on fucking strike. can't you i don't know like talk to each other ? i know we snotty french people don't like to talk about our feelings all the time, and we're a socialist country so all jobs are pretty darn secure no matter what you do, which really is a good thing most of the time, but come on, grow the fuck up. a while ago i hear the ratp and/or sncf are not working. then two weeks ago it's the freakin post offices. and obviously this week it's air france, so you'll be happy to learn that my family's flight tomorrow has been cancelled so as of now they might not come visit me at all. and i know it's my sis bro dad mum, but i was actually looking forward to this.

 

and it's raining.

 

happy fucking 100th post. 

 

 

 

EDIT--

 

a reason i like bloggin is that it's like your pictures from the 90's, it reminds you of all the phases through which you went up til now, makes you think and stuff. anyway i'm still pissed at the strikes, because it's still absolutely irresponsible to stuck thousands of people in an airport for four days. that being said, my family got here on tuesday, at the exact moment when i was not expecting them anymore, ie when i was not at all ready, and i'm starting to think that 5 days with them instead of 7 might just be right. get ready for the thank-god-they're-gone post next week!