I miss it so much. Not been to any party or whatever for a while. Didn't want to, as I was in such a bad mood. Just wanted to stay home, hanging around, blogging. (and working, sometimes)

But now I miss those nights out, freezing outside but so hot inside, surrounded by fucking trendy Converse, short denim skirts, hands, lips, loosing myself into beer and wonderful music, laughs, talks, people moving and dancing everywhere.

I miss those nights aswell, in her house, a typical one in the heart of Paris, two floors, little wooden stairs that make noise when you go up or down, where she organises loads of parties...Raclette, crêpes, or even visiting the Paris underground, bringing lamps, candles, music, junk food and a bottle of wine...So great. I miss our being all there having fun and talking about our all-around-the-world trips, or whatever.

I miss those nights with her meandering in the old and typical Paris streets, looking at those guys playing with fire in front of Notre-Dame, and at young people drinking and eating on the Seine's riverside, playing guitar, singing, dancing, smoking, yelling, and doing all that aswell...Those free gigs, Paris-on-sea stuff at night, the great atmosphere everywhere, the feeling that you've got a lifetime to walk, that nothing matters, that everything's so fine.

I think I just miss summertime ...

Winter really sucks.