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.
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this video is too cool. gotta pass it around.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeletehi! 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.
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