#chiante

When people propose me a "former student of the high school Machin" meal. As if I wanted to see all those who had treated me like shit and harassed all these years, in big hug and "so, what are you becoming?". I'm still laughing. Fuck you!

Loïc Prigent (J’adore la mode, mais c’est tout ce que je déteste)

When I hear the birds sing again. It’s announces the spring. It’s announces the long days. That it announce the buds, the nature, the exit of hibernation. And that clearly wakes the Princess of the forest in me.

"Hey guys, I have an idea for the advertisement, what do you think if we put pink for the girl and blue for the boy ? I thought that we could make her make a heart with her hands  and write something like "more rebellious than princess", the crazy feminists will be happy like that. But we have to write "judo" somewhere, to break a bit the girly side, because the clichés it goes 5 minutes eh. Oh yes, yes, yes ! I have something more ! We will create an # too ! Because it’s so important to get them used to send us their privates pictures ! - Fucking genius Philippe, it's never seen that! Come on, we'll eat. "

Et quand je vois, que le MÊME MOIS, ce sale rat qu’on appelle l’Etat vient réclamer sa taxe d’habitation.  Et qu’elle a pris PLUS DE 300 EUROS DE PLUS par rapport à l’année dernière.  BORDEL DE MERDE.  And I see that, the SAME MONTH, this fucking rat called government comes to claim its tax of dwelling.  And that it took 300 EUROS MORE than last year.  REALLY.

When someone catch with all his full hand the subway grip just before touch his face.

When he falls asleep, drunk, on the sofa during a party.

When my mum tells an anecdote and when she adds some new details that never happened.