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Monday, December 28, 2009

C'est pas grave

Recently, I've had simultaneous desires to both never speak French again and return to visit Paris. Which is funny, because that would require outing myself as an American once I got there and I always hated being the foreigner.

One time I was riding in a car listening to Fleet Foxes, and I spotted a fox. In Mission Hills.


  1. this video is too cool. gotta pass it around.

  2. I saw one on the corner of 69 Hwy and 119th once. I was like, "Woah! A fox." I think I even texted someone. But I wasn't listening to Fleet Foxes. Bummer dog. Or, bummer fox.

  3. hi! i found your blog through the 365truthblog. i watched the fleetfoxes video. so so good. that's it! i'm posting it on my tumblr.