99 Luftballons

http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9whehyybLqU


This my sunday night song to go to Juliet, but this time no halloween gay style like during the blaunt magazine after party, too freaky!!! I wanna be 18 again to dance and jump and sweat like hell!!! I wanna feel my hormones bubbling in stomach and my throat will dream about coca cola!!!

I wanna spend some time not thinking about looking for a job or asking myself if i should continue acting or take a serious job in fashion ( nothing is really serious about fashion except the fact that as soon as you have to make money out of art, you have to follow the sames rules than everywhere...) my mum keep leaving messages on my voice mail, letting me know that i can always come back to Paris and be happy there, and that i'm too fragile to be so far from her, "merci maman", but if i didn't go shopping the last three months, and that i'm here, it's not to drop it so easily...
So here i'm on 15th street, rolling a big spliff, even if i have bronchitis, no choice, 3 days in bed and i'm depressed and wish that if i have to die one from some diseases, hope it will go fast, if it's not to live fast and take risks, i don't wanna be in...