Yesterday I noticed how bright it was everywhere. Light green leaves, light yellow petals, bright pale legs.
T Fox: I look really horrible, don't I?
Mr Fox: Err... no you don't.
T Fox: Oh?
Mr Fox: You look more like Mädchen Grafenwalder or some other frisky girl from a beer festival.
Today at work I was trying to find a way to tell some slightly unpleasant news to Kazakhstan. I stared at the wall.
Mr Colleague: You know, Taiga, that colour of the wall suits you. Now light a cigar and you look just like someone escaped from a Soviet detective story.
I took my purse and escaped outside. Happy men walked with smiles on their faces, singing loudly. I bought a badge and a tuna sandwich.
Another Mr Colleague: I watched Little Miss Sunshine yesterday and now I know why you liked it so much.
T Fox: Oh?
Another Mr Colleague: You look just like Abigail Breslin. Every time she was dancing, I thought about you.
About selfies - I just discovered that the French for *selfie* is *égoportrait*, which is entirely perfect and beautiful. *PS: I’ve been advised that égoportrait is spec...
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