french, fuck, film. they all start with F.

[gfrancie]

I found a fairly terrific wart-be-gone cure.
When I spilled that nailpolish all over my hands like a spastic republican with dyslexia I had to use nail polish remover to get a lot of it off. Well thanks to the paint-thinning qualities of the bartell's brand, a wart I had on my finger for a few years has left.

I will miss the wart. I figured it gave me character.
I have too much character....wait I am not saying I have a lot of warts, but I...oh never mind.

I saw the film Le Divorce last night. It was quite fun. It was a bit messy and jumbled as storylines go, but for a Sunday night film after a deliciously sexy french dinner it suited everyone well.
Though there were some french people near us who kept talking throughout the film.

Fucking french folks you give your countrymen a bad name by chatting about everything. It is a film, not a book group.

Reviews of the meal and the film to follow later.

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[cogshiftingman.livejournal.com]

The French classical music channel is called "France Musique", except it's not. They just talk and talk and talk on it. Friday night, turn the box on, and what do you see? "Ca Discute" which is talk, talk, talk for about three hours. It's unbelievable!

[gfrancie.livejournal.com]

YES I have listened to that. It amuses me to no end.