Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Why, pray why on earth, would Ms. Carla Bruni desire to meet up with me and send me an invite to Paris?

Is she out of her senses ? Or am I, to actually accept it, fly to Paris and wait for her by the Champs-Elysees ?

Truly, this is the wierd stuff dreams are made of. Literally, I mean. :)

2 comments:

Rangerspeak said...

withered leaves...er..you seem to be a little less prolific these days...we miss your comments..:)

EvolutioN said...

where art thou?

Loves,

Evo