Being Amélie Poulain

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon I’m listening to the soft, seductive voice of French singer Carla Bruni. I have no idea what she is saying and yet I am intrigued enough to repeat the same song over and over again. I like the way she pronounces each syllable, each word. French is a beautiful, fascinating language. I find it soothing, charming, sexy. Sometimes I secretly wish I were a French girl. I am Amélie Poulain, skipping rocks in the river, collecting oddly shaped stones, making people happy. Then I fall in love with a handsome French man and we live happily ever after in Paris…

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  1. sasha August 23, 2006 @ 8:37 am

    french doc or a chili one?!!!!
    hah!
    mooch mooch!!!

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