Who knew that m was the French Carrie Bradshaw? Or rather, Charles Bradshaw. I read his April 16 entry and was delighted -- not, of course by his relationship woes, but by his depth and insight, and ability for "auto-analysis" (his word), that I feel that I have not, and may not ever, encounter in his American counterparts.
m, you know, I miss you.
And I would go to Paris and visit m -- so he could take me to Dior and Hermes -- except that now I think my vacation plans are taking a turn east. Far east. China east. In the past couple of days, my parents have called twice asking me about China Vacation Package A and China Excursion Package B. "It's so cheap," they keep saying, "And you should spend some time there." They don't elaborate much further. But I end up very frustrated because they keep throwing dates at me that are all weeks within the Bar exam. I'm like, people, do you get this. Finishing law school is not the start of freedom. It is the end of liberty as I know it. It is the commencement of all things hellish and tedious in the free world.
I'm sure whether I end up in China or France, I'll be able to get some kind of Hermes bag.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 2:48 PM
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