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Tom's girlfriend is HERE! Not HERE here, but here in the United States here, and for someome from Africa that seems pretty close indeed. Tom and Nelly (Nellie? how is her name spelled anyway? OMG, i am a bad sister) they are coming for thanksgiving, et je ne peux meme pas attendre, which means i can hardly wait, in the frenchness, which the whole speaking of might be helpful for me and not for others and don't YOU wish you wasted four years of your life on a french major so you could share the wonders of JLo with your brother-in-law's gf, huh?
Seriously, though, i wish i could muse longer on whether or not i will completely humiliate myself, like when i was in France and i was telling Letitia that i felt stupid but i really said that i felt like a slut (je suis con, quoi, as opposed to je suis conne.) but unfortunately i have to WORK MY ASS OFF this week, for a big party we're throwing this weekend and DOES NO ONE REALIZE IT TAKES WORK TO ORGANIZE A PARTY??? everyone thinks i do nothing but sit on my ass and read the newspaper, meanwhile i am doing everything from displaying about a THOUSAND new pieces of jewelry to cleaning the freakin window sills that collect soot from the heater. I need a new job.