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Don't be fooled - these bitches be planning

Go with the flow... What the fuck does that shit even mean. I am not a river.  I am a fully functioning sentient being, not the Seine. I don't always understand how anyone is expected to "just go with the flow", if your taught to plan everything. Everything in my existence, and I am assuming the majority of our lives have been planned.. Our years, are planned out in big events. I hear people all the time planning - planning to have kids, or get married, get into colleges plans plans plans plans. Bad plans, good plans, plans as big as your head. So riddle me this: how the fuck do I not plan for B's return. (oh you thought this wasn't about him - le reve)


I'm not a complete ignoramus.  I know what going with the flow intends to mean. Its a saying that is suppose to incline simplicity and taking things step by step. Especially with new "relationships" you're expected to just be at ease, take everything at face value, and find the double entendre later when you're all spazzed out at home, re-reading the text messages, and analyzing the hand holding. But as I've mentioned before, when you're an adult, in France anyway, you say exactly what you mean. There is no double speak. So friends, I'm not going or flowing. I'm planning, and potentially plotting. (Yup, I'm a psycho biatch!)


No, in all serious, no one in the history of life has been more excited for a Monday to come. I do plan on seeing him. I do plan on speaking to, and with him. That could actually be difficult, as neither of us speaks the other's mother language. I can imagine it's as difficult for him to say things in English, as it is for me to say things in French, but we've figured it out so far.  I am planning to have fun, oh and I am planning on going with the flow - just in case you know my other plans don't work out. Because that's the thing with plans, you should always have a plan b.