Back in Paris. Lots to tell you but first... I must vent some confused feelings...
I don't understand, if you think my scabby nose is boring, what are you interested in then? What could possibly be more exciting than MY NOSE?
The Commenter is obviously a very thrilling and interesting person, I should like very much to meet them!
I should like to spend an evening with this Commenter, trawling the internet, reading other people's BORING blog posts and laughing wildly as we fight over the keyboard, both trying to bash out one-word comments that let the blog-author know that we think they are BORING. After leaving six or seven sarcastic comments on all the BORING blogs we find, we will jump onto one motorcycle- one of us driving and the other one standing at the back flashing our pierced nipples at alarmed onlookers- and zoom across town to an illegal cock fight, where we will sit in the stalls snorting vodka and tipping shots of Malibu down our ears. When the cocks are all slaughtered we will put their bloody feathers in our hair and then go out raving, probably to a Clowncore squat party in a disused abattoir. After three days of SUPER COOL partying we will hitchhike home and maybe eat a few slices of bread and do you know what? The bread is actually green and furry but we don't care maaaan because we are WILD.
Right, I'm going out now and I'm not telling you where, because I feel all rattled and defensive and if I tell you where I am going it will just be to prove I am not boring and I don't have to prove myself to anyone- I can be boring if I want to be. Who the fuck are you anyway?
If, however, I have misunderstood the comments then I am sorry.
And also a bit embarrassed.