Même si tu savais d'avance

Même si tu savais d'avance
Que l'amour est faïence
Et que les contes de fées
Ne sont que des contes de fées
Tu as voulu y croire
Aveugle de l'histoire
Et tu restes au fond de toi
Où personne ne va
Et tu restes au fond de toi
Où personne ne va
Et tu laisses aller tes pleurs
Pour adoucir tes peurs
De quelques pleurs

I have had these words in my head all weekend. J'adore Isabelle.

I'm sitting at my beloved little iMac after so many days of being without. I haven't been able to spend a day at home in weeks. Work and R&W and this week I'll be gone all week. I am trying really hard to make a new header for this page because that text thing is just wrong. It hurts my eyes with the red background, and I'm trying to do something more artistic. We'll see if that happens.

Other than that, I'm hungry and bored. Made a Bette Midler CD today: "The Best of Boobs." I don't know exactly why, but J calls her Boobs Midler. Maybe cause she loves to shake them all about? I must be really bored right now, too. Sorry for that. I'll go now.

I was silly enough to write this at 5:23 PM