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i like poe [Jul. 21st, 2007|01:13 pm]
Frenchie
Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then–in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life–was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

THE END
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so yes i'm procrastinating.. [Jun. 26th, 2007|10:47 am]
Frenchie


You Are 18% Pure



You're definitely not pure. In fact, you may be one of the most evil people who's ever lived.

Remember, good little girls and boys go to heaven. But bad little girls and boys go everywhere!

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(no subject) [Jun. 19th, 2007|12:18 am]
Frenchie
I think it a sin
Except when writing haikus
not to make lines rhyme
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Procrastination mixed with drunkenness.. [Jun. 17th, 2007|02:16 am]
Frenchie
[Current Location |paris]
[I feel |drunkdrunk]
[That which is stuck in my head |accross the universe, fiona apple]

So, I've decided now that I'm back in 'nam, erm paris, i should start reusing my blog, if for nothing to keep those little scraps of rhyme i seem to be scribbling all over the gaf when i get phased.. It's just that recenty a little pixie told me i should otherwise i'd loose them and it would be a shame. please though, i'd ask you not to comment unless it's on something completely unrelated, i don't wanna feel like i'm writing (if you can call it that) for reviews or worse an audience.. anyway; here goes nothing


Beaubourg, 200

Oh pain of discomfort, life ever so futile,
Gentle understanding does really crimp one's style,
Should we so persevere, unbeaten and hoping
Political Correctness won't leave us gasping.

While great art is made of pain, love and suffering,
We only seem to draw on ethical soothing.
Will the muses never give up this hopeless fight
And bide, breathless, the end of happy feel good night?

It's a crime or so they kindly tell to me,
To feel crushed by laws that force us to be happy.
While mere technique, might point and guide us through to write,
It's endless drivel, this nice new "poetry light"

It's a brave new world now, where master of the quill
Get formally raped by those smart people who will
Swiftly bleed them white and edit and analyze
Their beauty into isms; of course all bite size.
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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2005|10:14 pm]
Frenchie
I was siting in English lit today when I started looking at this little dust mote, floating around the room. After a few seconds, my eyes lost focus and the voices around me started to fade. I started hearing this trumpet/flute duet, nature boy, that I've been transcribing and learning. I felt the deepest relaxation I've ever known. I had no thoughts whatsoever, it was bliss. When I came too, my entire body felt energised, I glanced at the clock and almost half an hour gone by. I've never in my life felt so calm and and so above all the petty stuff the world throws at you. I don't know what happened but it sure as hell made me happy. To think that over the years I've taken almost every drug availlable looking for that one feeling and it just happened by looking at a dust mote. wow. I hope it happens again.
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(no subject) [Oct. 3rd, 2005|01:31 am]
Frenchie
So.. 1.30 am.. brill time to be up and posting I'd have thought. Does anyone have any thoughts on the proper receipe for a dry martini, I somehow managed to con the parental units into getting me a liter of bombay gin and a liter of martini vermouth, my only cocktail book is a relic from the sixties put out by mr booth of booth's london gin so I feel that he might be biased (bombay gin isn't mentioned in the book at all..) In other news I epiphanied on the jacks earlier. I don't want to go to college, I don't want to specialise and become stuck in one path for ever. I'm young and smart, I demand to be taught everything! somehow I feel that's not gonna happen. Oh well. I do reckon I'm getting to be an insomniac, class ought to be fun in a few hours.. I have a history paper due at two o'clock, maybe I should write it. I don't particularily know why I'm typing all this, or if I'll post it for that matter. Maybe if I could get M. out of my head it would help.. She is perfect, and totally unknown to all you yanks who might but probably won't read all this, after all I've been gone a little over two years now, our lives have met and departed. I thought of tracy today, I was filling out an application form for Oxford and a friend told to add a letter to it stating my case. He said I should open with a description of myself in five words. Able to touch the sky, the most perfect answer ever concieved to this question, popped into my head. Sorry tracy, I stole it. I've a cold so I switched to lights and I'm trying to keep myself to under 10/15 a day. I've had 31 so far. My lungs must hate me. I might be turning into an alcoholic, I seem to work, socialise and think better with a drink in me. Oh well. Better that than opium. I went to a Melvin's concert last night. Turns out I don't like them. good thing it was short.. I have to say though, their lead singer, whatever his name is, has the coolest hair in the world. Just seeing that hair was almost worth the 20 euro admission ticket and 5 euro pints but not quite. :-/ I've decided to set something major on fire, I've had this idea in the back of my head for a while. I'm thinking of making a giant paper airplane, soaking it in gasoline and pushing it off a tall building downtown, lit of course. I'm going to need to map the CCTV patterns around my crime scene first, I'd hate to get caught by those little rat worshippers.. See Banksy for what I mean by that. http://www.notpron.com is the hardest game known to man. ever. I'm on level 9 GAH!. Hmm, I need to find a present for michael, it's his nineteenth birthday saturday. Woah, what am I doing? definite aimless rant. I'm going to buy cigarettes. Bahye!
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(no subject) [Oct. 1st, 2005|01:25 am]
Frenchie
well, my issues seem to have sorted themselves out... The uni's made me an offer, for september next. I told them to sod off. Now to take over the world, one innocent at a time... YAR!
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(no subject) [Sep. 28th, 2005|05:48 pm]
Frenchie
The Scurrying Ants
Who run across my poor brain
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Advice would be fun, although I'll be honest, I probably won't listen and I'll make up my mind by myself in the end but maybe someone will bring up something I haven't thought off.

Cheerio
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well, that made me laugh... [May. 17th, 2005|10:41 am]
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I'm sitting here, waiting for the afternoon so I can go in and take spanish paper I, so internet jokes are just about the only thing I've got to pass the time.

peace.
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(no subject) [May. 16th, 2005|11:39 am]
Frenchie
rise up my children...

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top list of 'oh shit' moments [Jan. 30th, 2005|01:01 am]
Frenchie
Don't you just hate it when :

-You say sorry to a parking meter when you bump into it.
-You reach for the remote in the cinema
-You say goodbye to voicemail
-You light a cig the wrong way
-You can't tell if it was a dream.
-You look for your keys and try to ring them.
-You're looking for your phone and try to ring it, from your mobile.
-You try to pick up an empty bottle as if it was full and send it flying.
-You lean on something that isn't there.
-You loose the color game and get walked in on by someone while you're humping the chair.
-You figure out the meaning of life when you're high and you forget it the next day.
-You get on the bus and try to find the seatbelt.

blah, need more wine..

compliments of greg and paddy


Add more please.
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(no subject) [Jan. 26th, 2005|02:33 am]
Frenchie
some questions I wish someone would answer...

1. People are always going on about how mobiles give you brain cancer, where does your phone (or at least mine) spend 99% of it's time? that's right, three inches from my cock and balls. What is the deal? Am I gonna have three legged kids?

2. What exactly was the first guy who milked a cow thinking?

3. Ditto about the first guy to eat an egg.

4.Why is there a light in the fridge but not in the freezer?

5.Why do people point to their wrist if they want the time but not to their crotch when they need to piss?

6. Why does the OB-GYN leave the room when you get undressed?

7. Can a hearse with a corpse in it use the HOV lane?

8. If the coyote has all the money for the bombs and other WMDs why dosn't he just buy himself dinner?

9. If quizes are quizical, what are tests?

10. If electricity comes from electrons, what does morality come from, morons?

11. Why do the alphabet song and twinkle twinkle little star have the same tune?

12. Stop singing, i'm not done.

13. Do illiterate people get teh full effect of alphabet soup?

14. Why dosn't glue stick inside the bottle?

15. Do you know anyone actually phobic of having peanut butter stick to the roof of their mouth?

16. Is this Irony? Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words.


okay i'm done.

oh the full phobia list because it's 2 am and i'm bored..

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(no subject) [Jan. 9th, 2005|05:38 pm]
Frenchie
well, i have my exams starting tommorow, i really should study but i can't get myself to do so. these directly affect the rest of my life, after all, if i don't get into college, my dad did say he was cutting me off. not a happy prospect, i am after all used to my little material conforts.. on the other hand i'm very proud of myself, it's been four months since i took anything stronger than weed and almost a month since i got royally drunk. what with the new year and all that, i went through my phone book deleting numbers i won't be needing anymore. it's funny how some people, the ones you call every day for weeks and weeks fade into nothingness so fast. since last january i've ended one major relationship, thrown away or had thrown in my face three minor ones and have difinitly settled into an old man's life. i see the same five people every week-end, we hang out, we have fun, and we never do anything we havn't done before. oh sure, sometimes we all drink cider instead of beer, or we have a martini night but what happened to the sheer randomness of the summer, of running around city parks in birthday suits following buisnessmen? i miss summer in dublin, i really do. as it is, all there is for me to do is get my nose down to the grindstone and make sure i have a future, but i can't really make myself do it. i'll probably do decently in my exams next week and in june, but what if i don't? can i really face a life or working in a coffee shop and having as my highest achievment being named manager of a fucking starbucks? i have potential, i hope, but i feel i'm throwing it away. i really don't want too, and i know what i have to do, but i can't seem to wake up and smell the urgency, i do is sit around reading stupid thrillers or playing computer games. i have to move, i have to learn the info and jampack my brain with little bits of data just to make sure i get those pesky little points to get into uni. gah! i'm gonna go eat and sit with my psych books for a while, maybe i'll learn something.

PS from aug 1 to about aug 21, i'll be interrailling in europe. so far i have three people comming along. if you plan to be in europe during that time, drop me a line, the more the merrier.
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so, no sleep for me it seems.. [Jan. 6th, 2005|03:04 am]
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so studying isn't my thing... [Jan. 6th, 2005|02:35 am]
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(no subject) [Nov. 25th, 2004|04:31 pm]
Frenchie
well, i've finally come to the conclusion that liviving alone is not for me. i've had a free house since saturday and yeah. the place is a kip. i've slept through school everyday this week and there's some drunk guy passed out on my couch. had a party on saturday night and i'm still finding beer cans and wine bottles all over the place. i'm afriad to go into my kitchen because everything has taken on a moldy look. HELP! how do you make a cat shut up? the guards came last night asking who owned the house, they didn't believe me when i said i lived here alone. gahh. cleaning is so hard... any tips? she's back on sunday morning, the house has to be sptoless then...
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trends [Nov. 17th, 2004|11:30 pm]
Frenchie
it seems to be occuring in everyone's lj, so i'll just add mine to the list.

post a memory of me in the comments, then copy and paste this into your own LJ and see what people remember of you.

PS the first person that mentions the cup will be cursed to live in interesting times.
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(no subject) [Nov. 11th, 2004|12:26 am]
Frenchie
high stakes improv. the pain, the pleasure and the pain. oh and did i mention the pain?

i swear, this is the most brilliant, fucked up and inherently evil idea that has ever come into being in a drama teacher's mind. you wouldn't think he was some evil sadist, he looks like an overley gay hairdresser for fucks sake. even i say that. earlier on today i was in drama class and i swear, i'm feeling fucked up. prof told us we were doing this thing called high stakes. put the class in guy/girl pairs and gave us these instructions. "you have a history, your improv must include a twenty second pause of shock, horror, anger and or pain." he gave us two minutes to prepare, then called upon each pair to perform their scene, no time limits, no lights except a spot and real emotion. out of a class of 20, 4 cried. 3 left just after performing. and none went for the traditional drink after lessons. i've just seen enough suicides, accidents, affairs, grief and unplanned pregnancies to last me a good long while. i feel sick inside. oh and lets not forget the boy who kicked a hobo to death because his girl had dumped him. while she watched from the window. i feel unclean. i'm gonna go take a shower, smoke a spliff and go to bed.

sleep well america, the devil came home to roost.

PS i almost forgot, because everyone gave their all, the acting was the best i have ever seen. and i never, ever, want to see anything like that again. still, amazing acting.
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(no subject) [Nov. 8th, 2004|10:59 pm]
Frenchie
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(no subject) [Oct. 26th, 2004|08:44 pm]
Frenchie
just been attending a lecture on ethnicism, identity and raciality and i was wondering, when someone asks the question 'what are you, in five words' how do you reply?

I'm meant to conduct a study with this covering at least two different groups so i'll need quite a few replies from the american end if you guys don't mind.

thanks.
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(no subject) [Oct. 18th, 2004|04:25 pm]
Frenchie
i'd have to say that sometimes, the people in this town really piss me off.... i was down on grafton street (downtown dublin for you yanks ;) earlier today, listening to some of the street musicians when i some dipshit neo-nazi i'll usually trade insults with walked by, told him he was a wanker, as is my habit whenever i see him, and as usual nothing happened, he just kept on walking. about twenty minutes later, i was still sitting there, listening to the same band when lo and behold, he shows up with six or seven of his friends and they surround me, he gets up right in my face and being all tough-man like orders me to give him a cigarette, not quite sure what to do, as i'm well outnumbered, i fall back on the basics, i tell him to go fuck himself. next thing i know someone punches me in the back of the head. a couple of them start comming in to hit me while i'm down when one of them yells out that pigs are comming, they leg it out of there. a bit shaken i go to a coffee shop where a mate of mine works, make a couple of phone calls, and half an hour later, i go to the central bank (sub-culture hangout of dublin, rockers, punkers, some yippies and the nazis chill there, usually not at the same time.) with four friends with me, seing one of the nazis we tell him we're looking for james (the one who called his friends on me earlier), he runs over to another corner and tell james we're there. i light a cigarette and when i look up i see the last nazi getting on a bus. apparently they had a party to go that they alll just remembered about when we showed up. even if they are pussies, there's getting to be more and more of these little scumbags who think that being all nationalistic and anti-semitic is fun. it's getting a bit worrying. something's going to have to be done about these eejits. problem is, pigs either refuse to see them in the street or arrest people who resist getting beat. easiest think would be to set one of the northside gangs on them but that'll take some skillfull maneuvering. oh well, worth looking into. anyway, james, i know you fancy yourself as a bit of an internet wiz so if you read this, just remember, not only have i not forgotten, but i was late to meet big rory because of that shit, he's pissed off now.. have fun.
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(no subject) [Oct. 18th, 2004|08:13 am]
Frenchie
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(no subject) [Oct. 17th, 2004|09:35 pm]
Frenchie
so how do you go about telling your new voice teacher that doing covers of shania twain and michael jackson just isn't your style? or your new theatre teacher that you always thought that covering scenes from fair city (the irish equivalent of days of our lives) was just something to be laughed at as opposed to being done? anyway, that's my new arts centre for you. disappointing. anyway, life's fun, plus there's this really cute guy in my theatre class who's been looking at me, 'in that way', usually i wouldn't bother, to many strait people around but hey, this is theater.. maybe things'll work out.
anyway, gotta go.

love, peace and chicken grease..
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not surprised, somehow.. [Oct. 15th, 2004|12:13 am]
Frenchie
HASH(0x8cecfd8)
You're a Perfect Kiss. You and your best friend
are a little more than friends now aren't
you...? hehe


What kind of Hot Boy Kiss are you??
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arn't they so hot?
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new e-mail address. [Oct. 11th, 2004|04:08 pm]
Frenchie
microsoft is evil and all that, therefore

Greg@end-war.com is where i'm at.
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Hard to decide which is more true... [Oct. 8th, 2004|01:56 pm]
Frenchie


You Know You're French When....


You think nobody eats as well as you do, not even the Algerians, Chinese, Indians, Italians, Japanese, Lebanese, Moroccans, Thai, Tunisians and Vietnamese although you incessantly patronize their restaurants.

You still think the Germans arrested all the Jews themselves in the WW II timeframe.

You secretly feel Algeria would be better off today if it were still a French possession.

You're really hungry for a peek at your next door neighbor's tax returns.

You can figure out why something doesn't work a whole lot faster than you can fix it.

You think that only the Chinese may have as much culture as you do.

You despise MacDonald's and KFC at home but eat there abroad.

You're proud to be French - and you pass these jokes on to all your French friends!





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You Know You're Irish When....


The condensation on your pint of Guinness takes the shape of shamrocks

You don't believe there is a God, but you are damn sure of the infallibility of the Pope.

You believe that to forgive is divine, but you don't excercise it yourself.

You won't eat meat on Friday, but you'll drink a pint for breakfast.

You consider any Irishman who has become successful a traitor.

You have great respect for the truth, and you only use it in emergencies.

The further you get from Ireland, the more Irish you get.

You eat homefried taters for brakfast, potato bread for lunch, and potato stew for dinner.

You cry at sad movies, but you cheer in battle.

You will never play professional basketball.

You swear very well.

You think you sing very well.

There isn't a huge difference between losing your temper and killing someone.

You're strangely poetic after a few beers.

Many of your sisters are Catherine, Elizabeth or Mary and one is Mary Catherine Elizabeth.

You can't wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking.

Much of your food is boiled.

You are, or know someone, named "Murph." If you don't know Murph, then you know Mac. If you don't know Murph or Mac, then you know Sully, and you'll probably also know Sully McMurphy.

Your parents were on a first name basis with everyone at the local emergency room.

There wasn't a huge difference between your last wake and your last keg party.

You're proud to be Irish - and you pass these jokes on to all your Irish friends!





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(no subject) [Oct. 4th, 2004|08:16 pm]
Frenchie
[I feel |crankycranky]
[That which is stuck in my head |Bach Canon in D major (remix)]

well, i havn't posted in ages. I sit here, thousands of miles away from all of you, thinking back on the simple life. in one sense it's a real shame i left, america was overdue for a shot of healthy immorality. oh well, not much sense brooding on the could haves. I'm trying to find a sense of purpose in what i do, i think i must be doing something wrong, my body is sending these warning messages, sleep for twenty hours a day, going days nauseous at the sight of food and then days where i can't get enough food down my throat fast enough. it's wierd. maybe i did overdo the drugs this summer, but why would it all hit me now? i've basically gone clean for my A levels. its odd. there are days i love this country, the easy laugh, the friendliness of strangers, the cute girls and guys who smile at you in the street, and there's times where i just want to shake them until they drop their pint, stop being ignorant bigots and start letting people live. sorry if i'm ranting a bit, but the opportunity to go on a huge rant to people who have no way of getting all the shite i'm spewing back to people near me is far to tempting. in other news i'll be moving out in june, assuming i get my A levels and get into Trinity. i don't really know what to say except that i want to find the fast forward button of life.

anyhow, enjoy your lives and remember
from space, we are all ants.


~frenchie.
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blah [Jul. 30th, 2004|02:09 pm]
Frenchie
hmm, it's sad how between writing the essay that will decide whether or not I stay in my school next year (20 pages on Harold Pinter :=( ) and going on lj to write random crap, LJ wins out again.. so yeah, ireland, i saw the sun today which happpens about 43 Julys around here so i'm very psyched up. how did I celebrate? i went through some of the house moving that came in last night and sorted papers and books. as I'm very bored I've done a survey.
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so yeah, that was edifying. well i gotta go, jason, JJ, get me phone numbers where i can reach you. AIM fataaii or an0nim0us101@hotmail.com
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(no subject) [Jul. 26th, 2004|01:31 pm]
Frenchie
funny how you always go back to the old drugs... It's pissing rain today, as it does in ireland, and as such i'm stuck at home. i'd have gone out but to be perfectly honest i couldn't be arsed, it's just far to long to walk the quarter mile into town. plus i don't want to get drunk. so i played some music, got bored, listened to old music of my band, got ashamed, listened to radiohead, got depressed then started surfing the web. after a little while i found myself at the LJ website, damn, i used to check out the new updates every two hours when i first moved out here, i'd post once, twice, if not three times a day, usually to say absolutly fuck all. it seems almost pointless now, but i'm sitting here, typing, not getting the slightest message accross and somehow it's relaxing. depending on how things go in the next couple of days, you'll either see a lot of posts from yours truly or none at all. in other news shira's commming here soon, which will be very much fun, and shane-boy is about to have another operation on his eye, possibly much less fun. well i should rant some more, just for old time's sake but i'm hungry, as i usualy am.
erin go bragh and all that pseudo patriotic crap.

~that frenchman.
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PARTY, last words. [Mar. 30th, 2004|10:21 pm]
Frenchie
Tuesday a week from today show up after 7pm, last 'till about noon next day. bring foood bring drink (i'm poor, my parents said i had to pay for the party myself) , bring cookies, i'll supply pasta around 3 or 4 am. drugs alcohol ciggies stay outside, house rules. beds are for couples. taped off areas are off limits. there is no sex in the champagne room. there is no getting my dog stoned, she gets really paranoid. i'll set up seats and stuff in the shed for hotboxing. I'll try and bring irish hash, just so we can laugh at it.
peace love shamrocks.
be home in 6 days.

if you pray, pray for good weather.

~frenchie.

PS adress is not in the directory, just ask around and someone will tell you eventually.
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party. [Mar. 28th, 2004|09:58 pm]
Frenchie
apparently passover will be on so a bunch of people won't be able to come. I'm gonna have it another day during spring break, not quite sure when, could someone tell me if the choir people will be back on sunday the fourth or not? cuz if not we'll have to have at ages later.

peace love and shamrocks.

frenchie.
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PARTY! [Mar. 23rd, 2004|08:33 pm]
Frenchie
let's make it official.
party at my house on monday the fifth of april.
are welcome who feel like comming and that i either know, or are vouched for by someone i know.
'officially' clean party. big yard, big attic, drugs and booze stay there.
all smoking is outside the house, sorry lads i know it's a bitch.
show up around 7 or something.
bring stuff to eat or drink, i'm poor.
oh
spread the word.
should end sometime the next day.

UPDATE:
yeah sorry, if you need my address ask shira, jason or allison, if you don't know who they are, you really shouldn't be there. If you want to ask me something, e-mail me, or call me from the third onwards at my house or my cell. numbers are the same as before, 301 770 1102 house, and 301 367 9358 cell.

peace love and shamrocks.
~frenchie.
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(no subject) [Dec. 20th, 2003|11:11 pm]
Frenchie
i'm home, 'till monday morning. you can call me on the cell, if you don't have the number, wish to call me and think that you should have the number, ask someone who you'd think would have it. i love all my people and yev's ass. hmmmm. i'll be back either on the first really late or on the second. my love to all around.


J cubed. i love you guys. period.

~frenchie.


PS my mom sucks,
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