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C'est tout en me gavant d'une boite de coeurs de palmier pour tout dîner (en même temps, avec 800g, je pense pouvoir tenir le coup, merci.), que je vous tapote ces mots d'amuwuuuuur renouvelé. Une bonne année 2010 à tout détruire, avec un paquet de de pétunias, d'arc-en-ciel, de poneys ailés et de paix mondialement mondiale, bien sur. .

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Novi God,

longue vie à vous, poteaux de tous crans!

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No one knows

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"Maybe this Christmas will mean something more, maybe this year love will appear deeper than ever before; and maybe forgiveness will ask us to call someone we love, someone we've lost for reasons we can't quite recall.

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Maybe this Christmas, maybe there'll be an open door. Maybe the star that shined before will shine once more, and maybe this Christmas will find us at last in heaven, at peace. Prayed for at least, for the love we've been shown in the past. Maybe this Christmas..."

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Maybe this Christmas

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Ein réveillon sehr sehr démentiel à vous, poteaux de mon coeur, qu'une orgie de (luv)²³³³² et de mets caloriques pleuve sur vos têtes!

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Tchüss festif, les gars!

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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

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LORELAI:

When I was five, I had a really bad ear infection and I had been home in bed for a week and I was very sad. So I wished really hard that something wonderful would happen to me, and I woke up the next morning and it had snowed. And I was sure that some fairy godmother had done it just for me. It was my little present.

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LUKE:

Your parents never explained the concept of weather to you?

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LORELAI:

I am making a point, Mouthy McGee. Of course, many years later, I realized that logically, the snow was not there for me personally. But, still, when it snows, something inside me says, 'hey, that's your present.' I don't think it'll ever change.

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A kiss with a fist is better than none

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"... I've played all my cards, and that's what you've done too. Nothing more to say, no more ace to play. [...] The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall; It's simple and it's plain, why should I complain? ..."

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Cliquotte-moi

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If I could allow one person to bother me, It might possibly be James

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"... I like the feeling of being a blank state. I think I've come through something; this is hard for me to admit. In the past I have always expected the worst to happen; perhaps I still do think the worst will happen, but what if it doesn't? What if, at this point, I am in fact free? That I can walk down the street, get on the bus, buy a magazine, talk to a guy in a shop, try on pair of shoes. I don't need permission. I can do that. ..."

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London 2009

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