Freestyle

Brittany
I went to the job interview,
It was weird to speak English in a French institution.

They definitively want me.
They, especially men, really appreciated me, my experience, my work, my eyes and my legs.

They offered me my income more 25 %, plus bonus on objectives assessment.
The interview with the CEO went all the way around,
I spent one hour asking him many questions and trying to destabilise him.
He couldn't look at me in the eyes…
They want me to start on September.

I have to think about it.

The head of the department drove me back to the train station.
This guy managed to talk about sex in the first sentence that he told me in the morning, when he saw that I was reading Merde Happens.
M. is English and nice, odd but nice.

Back to Paris,
In the metro, I faced two girls…full of wake elements.
Fake hair, fake eyes, fake face,
Their face colour was weird…extremely dark compared to the throat.
The darkness came from two elements:
- The use and abuse of make-up wax
- The poor state of their skin, full of dead skin and other impurities (L'Oréal, because we worth it…)

The two of her looked like bitches.

I was there with my CK style…bloody cheap' style.

There is something that happens all the time.
People stare at me and my face, then the look from the up to the bottom.
Then when their eyes arrive to the shoes, they come back directly to the face and they look bloody impressed.

Tall and young, the girl from…


Reims
Today, I am in Reims.
I arrived yesterday night.
I spend the evening with Balantines and MLM.
We had dinner with H. and M. and a young cute fellow.
H's place is a tremendous house.
I spent the night over there.

It felt like being home again.
I was very pleased to see MLM.
I don't really know how to speak about those things.
She is so sad for she lost the one and only, mummy.
But I feel like she is becoming a member of my family.

This morning, I am taking the sun in a café...

How it feels like for a girl that is inbetween ?
Freedom and rest...