A VERY GOOD EXCUSE

yes I have one; french internet companies take AGES to connect you to the free world! Oh men ... not only that but last week I wrote two blogentries, very detailed including all my dirty little secrets and somehow - pfuff - like by accident these entries didn't show and disappeared into the mystery of the net.

Oh well...guess you didn't want to know my secrets after all.

Work is ..... ohhh lets not talk about that

I am so pleased in my sweet little appartment although I have already had one unpleasent encounter with one of the next door neighbours. Not the cute old lady that finishes all her sentences by "you are such a charming young girl" or the military guy that is not a day older than 18 and comes back to his starving cat every evening. No- this is the man living under me (Ross to Rachel: "over me, over me??!! When were you under me?") anyway; no not that kind of under me.. he lives on the sixth floor and apparently my little feet disturb him terribly. He hasn't slept in a week because I walk barefoot into the kitchen and have a glass a water after midnight!!! Poor guy... He's going to be real happy when I start my nightshifts...