i would like to go to paris.

and i would like to stay here

with the lisle. {this one: 

the lisle, aka super amurrican, looking like a famous person {apparently.}

and reenact two of my favorite movies.

and eat delicious food {including, obviously, chocolate croissants, cheeses, filet de sole meunière, and macarons. not like i’ve been thinking about it or anything.} washed down with amazing wine. 

and pretend i am this lady. 

and generally cavort about pretending to be important and such. 

doesn’t that sound like a good idea?