scoundreldumas

I am chosing to always write this journal in English because it is not my native language. I do not know another besides French. This will be good practice and also my parents do not read or speak English, so if they see this they may not know of what I speak.

Winter. I know you can read it. You bitch.

I will need a way to get transportation here. Perhaps I must have a bicycle. Unfortunately there is not much money for me, but I have a job now working at Olive Garden. I will be a cook for them. They call it line chef here, but I am no chef. Thanks to my mother for making her chef write for me a reference that got me this job. He lied and said that I was one of his chefs. Who will question him? I can do this job easily so there will be no reason to do so.

I will move into a dormitory tomorrow and perhaps get a roommate. I hope whoever it is is friendly and does not have terrible habits.

I am surprised at the smell. I was told that America smells bad. It does not! It is clean and beautiful here and I think I like it very much.

There is not much to write yet. Tomorrow I will get started on trying to find more to write about so I can tell you what a good time I am having, Winter. Without you. If you really were pregnant I bet it was Guillaume's. You whore.