Sasha Darling & The BellJar Blog — Uncategorized

I dig his style...and when I was a kid I was a loyal watcher of his Sunday night show. Damn I was a cool kid.

I woke with a bit of a cold last night, which is not surprising. Since I arrived in France I have been burning the candle at both ends to say the least. Yesterday meet up with my old friend Sunny Buick who ran away to Paris 8 years ago and never looked back. It was interesting to see how long it took her to get her life settled and to a point that made her happy in a foreign country. It's so much harder to run away to a different country. Things you don't even think about being hard, can be difficult. Like the French keyboard. It's crazy– you have to hit shift to get a period, or to punch in a number. It took me like 15 minuets to enter my Google password. I want to run away to a life that is easier, not more complicated. Aside from meeting a rich European to snatch me away and throw money at any problem th at may arise from residing in a foreign country...I can safely say I won't be disappearing into the European landscape any time soon. I could although run away to Northern California. If I could figure out an easy way to make a living in a small town, I think I might already be gone. But what does a glam girl do for a living the country? Haveing a bit of a somber day...I think I will go look at some art.

Less my heart implodes with fire into her mothers grace Here I shall always be slides through thin glass, slips between reads on algae satin micro leaves Through the thick and clutching mud, sailing through life's last caprice sucked down to the seeping deep

Yesterday was a a day worth remembering...and It lasted till 6 am. Jet-lag gives me an endurance I could never have at home. All I have to say is I'm having the most amazing love affair with Paris. Now I'm contemplating London.