Everything is beautiflo
Jul. 9th, 2011 01:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
At the risk of speaking too soon, in the space of one day I seem to have gotten everything I wanted.
1. A fan got a picture with Patrice today. That's the first time since I left the country. He looked so sweet and awkward and he was wearing the hipster shades and I just. I was going through her pictures and when that one popped up I literally started jumping up and down. And this happened AT WORK. I was so happy to see his sweet face again.
2. I got offered a host family who's in the thirteenth arrondissement. I could mention how a rendezvous I was supposed to have fell apart last May largely because I lived too far out in the suburbs. Also I would like to point out that in this situation I HAVE MY OWN LITTLE FLAT with MY OWN LITTLE DOOR omg the freedom can you imagine because I can't
3. Patrice. Still. Loves. Me. In Strasbourg and Dijon he told me about how much he wanted to get everyone together to get a picture of all the dolls. Well, this morning the "other" American fan wrote on my wall that she had spoken to Jean-Michel before the show and he specifically told her to tell me that tomorrow--THE NEXT TO THE LAST DAY OF THE SHOW *EVER*--they are all going to bring their dolls with them to Bercy so that they can get that picture. PATRICE. DOLLS. BERCY. THE WHOLE TROUPE.
I can't even. All my wishes are coming true. What did I do to deserve so much goodness in my life ALREADY? Why do all my dreams seem to IMMEDIATELY come true?
1. A fan got a picture with Patrice today. That's the first time since I left the country. He looked so sweet and awkward and he was wearing the hipster shades and I just. I was going through her pictures and when that one popped up I literally started jumping up and down. And this happened AT WORK. I was so happy to see his sweet face again.
2. I got offered a host family who's in the thirteenth arrondissement. I could mention how a rendezvous I was supposed to have fell apart last May largely because I lived too far out in the suburbs. Also I would like to point out that in this situation I HAVE MY OWN LITTLE FLAT with MY OWN LITTLE DOOR omg the freedom can you imagine because I can't
3. Patrice. Still. Loves. Me. In Strasbourg and Dijon he told me about how much he wanted to get everyone together to get a picture of all the dolls. Well, this morning the "other" American fan wrote on my wall that she had spoken to Jean-Michel before the show and he specifically told her to tell me that tomorrow--THE NEXT TO THE LAST DAY OF THE SHOW *EVER*--they are all going to bring their dolls with them to Bercy so that they can get that picture. PATRICE. DOLLS. BERCY. THE WHOLE TROUPE.
I can't even. All my wishes are coming true. What did I do to deserve so much goodness in my life ALREADY? Why do all my dreams seem to IMMEDIATELY come true?