my sweetie in paris has just informed me that he now looks like trevor murdoch (i haven’t seen him in a while) oh no! what a travesty! take thee to a gymnasium! he said the gyms in paris are like some exclusive club with prices like rent, but as he works for la Mairie, he gets a discount, so he pays only 600 euros per year! i can’t imagine him fat. phat maybe, but nowhere near fat. he thinks he looks like Marlon Brando during his Polynesian period, like something Gaugin might have painted if it kept on eating carbs with the Atkins Diet plan. But that would be totally absurd because he’s a strict vegan and he doesn’t even drink fesh. “Doesn’t eat meat?” “Now, now Mrs. Jenkins, we don’t want them to think we’re not sophisticated. Americans do things differently over there…” [from Gosford Park] ok, now my dilemma is I love Goth boy and I also love Frenchie. ohmygoth what do I do?