quickly running out of credits at the uberghetto cybercafe but just to note that a complete stranger tipped a glass of champagne down my throat yesterday as we were leaving the 'ayers rock cafe'. too bad i didn't learn to open my throat in the few hours precedent. not smoking, not shopping, wishing that everyone were telepathic. but maybe all of those things and soon. even when i thought i picked really good clothes to wear, nothing fits. why? brioche aux pepites chocolat?