... River ...

Joni Mitchell once sang about wishing for a river.  I have listed to this song every Christmas for nearly 5 years. Its literally the only Christmas song that I totally get. That and Fairy take of New York. Why you may ask are these two songs the only songs that I actually relate to, during the time of year when its all about peace love and happiness? It is because like million of other young angenieux out there I am completely celibataire. Celibataire, isn't French for single, no its French for no one is every going to love you. I have come to accept that even in the city of light and love, some of us just ain't getting any. 


Its ok though, while all of my friends here and in the states are longing looking into each others eyes around the yule tide fire, I am longingly looking into my scotch and ginger, or gin and tonic, or most adoringly into my double vodka on the rocks, not because I'm alcoholic ( don't judge me) but because, Joni is right, I too wish I had a river I could skate away on. I'm not bitter. Quite the opposite. I may sound a little bitter, but its mostly just sarcasm. I am in earnest happy for all the young lovers thrusting their tongues down each others throats every 45 seconds. That's metro stop to metro stop by the Parisian ruling stick.  I thought it was bad in the states, with the Kay's ads, and all the other ones reinforcing the thought that during this wonderful holiday season if you're not with someone who would buy you a big shiny piece of shit you weren't worth it, here in Paris, you have the ads, plus the over zealous pda-ing all over the city. 




BLAH BLECH PUKE. 


Luckily for me the river is within walking distance to my apartment. I could attempt to skate away on that.  But it don't snow here, it stays pretty green. Oh Joni, how you get me!