...always wanted to live somewhere with a red door, and a crystal doorknob...for bean's birthday i bought her an english version of 'the little prince.' i haven't read it but she seems to like its whimsy and the space travel and the part about adults not understanding anything. inside the book i wrote to her that i hope she finds some joy on this planet...in OUR lifetime, so that i might witness some of that joy......some of us are bitches, some of us are bitchin' machines, some of us reside in the peanut gallery, some of us are disappointed easily, some of us miss home...she claims all of these a little bit but not as much as she would have us believe...i have always felt her to be less "BITCH!" than a puppy dog with great expectations and transparent emotions and as such deep, quick, disappointments...she covers all of this with a leather jacket and marlboro smoke but i know, and she knows, she's a bean sprout inside : roots in paris, sprigs in new york, and branches......ya veremos. grow baby girl, and drop the 'tude, 'cause we all know you're a peach...or at least, the ones who care, do.
Joyeux Anniversaire Mon Cacahuete! Or as I say in English: "joyeeu ann-ih-verr-sayree!"
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this is such a great photo it looks like a painting of the 21st century Mona Lisa, red door and crystal doorknob and all.
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